Fixing a ferocious and exulting look upon Jack Sheppard, he exclaimed. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. Having now sealed his letter, Sheppard took a handkerchief, and tying it over Shotbolt's face, so as completely to conceal the features, clapped his hat upon his head, and pushed it over his brows. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor. "Gentlemen," returned the Master, solemnly, "it is a question easily answered— they are NOWHERE! Had they hanged the bailiffs, the bailiffs would not have hanged them. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out.
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