‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous. Sheppard, somewhat alarmed by this preamble. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. " Silence. I saw him lying on the footway. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Sheppard, with a frenzied laugh. It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said.
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