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As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr. . ' Jack Sheppard's library consisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from the tremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime —the Ordinaries of Newgate. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. Prudence shook her head. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said.
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