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" "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. It was, in his opinion, the most astonishing letter he had ever read. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. ‘Do you think I do not know? If this pig has not done so, there would be no need for me to do it. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. Prudence attacked her chicken wing. You are a detective?" "Yes. “You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled composure, “to be a very impertinent person. "Shortly after your last visit to Dollis Hill, my father was one evening waylaid by a man, who informed him that he had something to communicate respecting Thames, and had a large sum of money, and some important documents to deliver to him, which would be given up, provided he would undertake to procure your liberation. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. What has become of the other?" "Why, surely you don't mean Jack Sheppard?" cried the woollen-draper in surprise. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring.
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