‘You put that thing away now, missie. She will tell you all the story while I am gone. I was sitting up, lamenting your departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an odd noise, I went to the landing, and, by the light of a dark lantern, saw Jack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by two men with crape on their faces. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do. The delay was only momentary. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so readily.
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