And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet.
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