Cathy sighed. Turning quickly round, in the hope of discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack Sheppard in custody. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. White, my landlady, believes his story. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame would be negligible. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Something about this woman rather reminds me of our hostess. When they came to the round-house, Terry's courage failed him.
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