Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. Do sit down, dear boy. CHAPTER III. \" \"No, but can you carry my lunch bag? Where is yours?\" Michelle asked. To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a thinly disguised bodice ripper where an “empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical romance novel. Her heartbeat quickened. "I shan't sleep a wink while Jack Sheppard's in the house. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later.
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