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Pitt?" "There is no mistake, Sir," rejoined the prisoner, drawing himself up, "I am Jack Sheppard. Wood; "to be sure you are! I wonder how you dare show your face in this house, hussy!" "I thought you sent for me, Ma'am," replied the widow, humbly. Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some one near him, and moved cautiously in the opposite direction. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen. While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were gone?" "Who?" inquired Jack. . ‘No, no, Jacques, you have done very right. But to confess about Gerald— no, a thousand times. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. ’ He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of features.
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