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Missy looked like a troll with lipstick on. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. Diable. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. He—wanted to marry me. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. "At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. 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.
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