Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. Marvel, who had been a little discomposed by the treatment he had experienced on Holborn Hill, very composedly filled and lighted his pipe. He kissed her again. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END.
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