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She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. ” “You all seem to be trying to pull my leg,” Sir John remarked quietly. ‘Who the devil is Leonardo?’ demanded Roding impatiently, asking the question that had leapt into the major’s mind. Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as if her life depended upon the answer. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated. Later, she would sew it on. He screamed in pain, doubling over with a howl as she stumbled out of the bed.
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