"As I could wish!" cried Jonathan. ‘Certainly no one will find it. " Quilt, however, seemed unwilling to speak. I hated the stuff. 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. ’ ‘And you do not know me. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being.
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