In
the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it
was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. I should lose
every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. —Jonathan Wild:
August 31st, 1724. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. Why do
women take to lies and deceit and trickery as naturally as a duck to water?”
“You are not alluding, I hope, to Miss Pellissier?” Ennison said stiffly. ”
“Can’t we go down into Italy?”
“No,” he said; “it won’t run to that now. She seemed to have
no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and
position. ‘Ah, the tragedy.
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