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’ Both Valade and the granddaughter gazed at him blankly. We never started out in any high-browed manner to scandalize and Shelleyfy. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. Thames sprang to his feet, and half drew his sword, while Wood, removing his spectacles to assure himself that his eyes did not deceive him, exclaimed in a tone and with a look that betrayed the extremity of surprise—"Jack Sheppard!" "Jack Sheppard!" echoed the maid.
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