‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. ‘Don’t rightly know how you make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. He offered me at once an engagement. Then enter Mr. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. “Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. They were Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape.
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