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. ’ ‘Have no fear. A maidservant held the front door open. Have you done the trick at Dollis Hill?—brought off the swag—eh?" "No," answered Jack, flinging himself sullenly into a chair, "I've not. Fast and Loose. She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. I just wanted a breath of air. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. 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. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. Was this the result of some strange experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier—the soul of a very different order of being.
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