. Perhaps an hour later he would begin again. “She wasn’t sane, my wife. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. She had eaten little or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. ’ ‘Dear me. " "Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him.
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