She passed people in the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these places. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. ‘I was not born to this. Return to him, I say—" "I can't," replied Jack, doggedly. "Enschede!" he called. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish.
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