’ Then she frowned. ’ ‘What, even less delightful than Gerald?’ enquired Lucilla, her eyes dancing. Sheppard. 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. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. He laughed reassuringly. Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery. Accidentally raising his eyes, he saw that he was perceived by the family from Dollis Hill, and that he was an object of the deepest interest to them. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing.
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