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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. Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. She observed a man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. “Come with me. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. "No matter how much I tell of myself, I shall always keep something back. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame.
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