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The gate was opened; the coffin brought into the churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr. Lucy did her best to avoid talking about it, but the subject was beguiling, as it almost always brought news about him from the grapevine within which Michelle was intravenously entwined. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined.
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