Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. All the party were greatly interested by Sheppard's history— especially Figg, who laughed loud and long at the escape from the Condemned Hold. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth of his soul. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. The hurricane had now reached its climax. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. The only difference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, that they had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter had left their keys at home. She had asked to borrow his pencil out of dire necessity.
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