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In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. "Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up. "You were watched to-night by Blueskin. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come altogether true. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. ‘I find you excessively rude, both of you,’ said the lady crossly. Wood could give him no further information respecting Sir Rowland Trenchard than what he had obtained from Kneebone; but begged him to defer the further consideration of the line of conduct he meant to pursue until the morrow, when he hoped to have a plan to lay before him, of which he would approve.
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