"Well, like or not, I'm greatly pleased with it, and must beg it from you as a memorial——" "Of what?" she interrupted, startled by his change of manner. It came with an extreme effect of re-discovery, a remarkable novelty. Her mind jumped with questions as fear raced through her and hardened into a bid for retaliation. "The gentleman under the table," she answered. Sheppard. Tom Sheppard was always a close file, and would never tell whom he married. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. He had already spoken his mind on the folly of allowing a clearly dangerous female to escape a second time.
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