But she was relentless. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed. How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. I would that you were my own. God only knows what I have done, or left undone.
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