He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. What more could any reasonable man— especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine. For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!—Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it.
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