Only a book detective could dope this out. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. . Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. Looking for something, or someone, probably. There's a hundred pounds too much. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. Most of my successes in life have been made with a sort of reckless vigor. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall.
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