Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. " CHAPTER V. I fight. Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. Get it off your soul. There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed.
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