Only your pa knew as how I were the one as saw to you at the wet-nurse’s cottage, and he got a-hold of me and made me bring him to you. Jack Sheppard is the talk and terror of the whole town. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. It is a lovely little appendage to the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with her very gestures. Superstition is the Chinese Reaper. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. Ireton, you are in league with him.
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