A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. “I’ve gotta go. He did so care for you. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life.
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