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Melusine sighed with relief and set to work by the light of the lantern. Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his arm up to the elbow. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. "Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir," observed Shotbolt. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it. The scanty furniture of the rooms corresponded with their dungeon-like aspect. Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it.
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