“There’s no one here except me. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. . Before we start, I'll accommodate you with a pair of ruffles. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. It is not the woman who speaks there. I believe I’m in love. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. In that sense, my strategy worked.
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