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“Generally gets here about seven. Thus died Jack Sheppard. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days. ‘Do not be foolish. But—Miss Pellissier!” “Well?” “Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. ” “Yes. That was something in his favour. I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. A bad man, in fact. “What did it matter?” she cried. When she saw however that this man was a stranger, and obviously harmless, her expression changed as though by magic. The latter gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance.
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