. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. . . The boy was coming around. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. The jolly part of it was that for the first time in her life so far as London was concerned, she was not going anywhere in particular; for the first time in her life it seemed to her she was taking London in. And for my part, if I were inclined to exercise my benevolence at all, it should be in favour of some more deserving object than that whining, hypocritical Magdalene.
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