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She ignored his question. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. Good riddance. " "Not quite, I hope," rejoined Sheppard. ' Jack Sheppard's library consisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from the tremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime —the Ordinaries of Newgate.
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