Tol-de-rol!" As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames sprang through the aperture. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life.
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