The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. Lucy sighed, finding it odd to switch roles as she had over the past weeks. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. Capes smiled cheerfully with his eyes meeting hers. Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life.
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