. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands.
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