” She shrugged her shoulders. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the game down there. Sheppard, distractedly. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. ” There was a moment’s silence. The account of the discovery of Sir Rowland's murder filled Winifred with alarm; but when she learnt what had befallen Thames—how he had been stricken down by the thief-taker's bludgeon, and left for dead, she uttered a piercing scream, fainted, and would have fallen, if Jack had not caught her in his arms. ’ He did as she bid him, and was very soon rewarded by the discovery of an oval miniature, encased in gold. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. I sha'n't cry any more. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. "You are my prisoner, Jack.
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