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But, you see, I’m smirched. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. The ladies can't sleep in their beds for him; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all. At this juncture, and just as a cuckoo-clock in the corner struck sis, Jack Sheppard walked into the room, with the packing-case under his arm. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet.
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