"By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. What could I do?’ ‘Anything but to bring him to me,’ Melusine threw at him. Running his hand carefully over it in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay that it was fastened on the other side. He's had a hard knock somewhere; and until he is strong enough to walk, we must keep his interest away from that thought. ’ She paused, struggling for the word. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow.
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