We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. And here are these places, full of contagion! “Of course, this is the real texture of life, this is what we refined secure people forget. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. 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. . They must have a key.
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