There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. " "Stick the spike into him, then," returned Sheppard, coolly, "while I unbar the outlet. "Who's there?" cried Rachel. The streets were full of colour. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. She shot a sudden glance at him. But when he looked again, there she was! "I don't understand," he said, finally. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction.
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