Seeing provisions in the window, Jack ventured in and bought a loaf. "Is it you?" "It is," replied Sheppard, as he untied the cords. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. He threw the doctor out of the Palazzo on his rear, sending him to the insane plague-infested streets. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. Very few survived her trials. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence.
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