He lowered himself on to her. My nerves were in rags. I’ve more than twice your strength and at least ten times your cunning, when it’s needed. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. I don’t love you.
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