Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. Not that he deliberately courted danger; it was rather the searcher, seeking analysis, the why and wherefore of this or that invading emotion. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am.
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