207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond measure. 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. I bent over him.
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