"Jack Sheppard failed! I'd not believe it, if any one but himself told me so. “Well——” She stopped short. Before many minutes elapsed, he had picked a large hole in the plaster, which showered down in a cloud of dust; and breaking off several laths, caught hold of a beam, by which he held with one hand, until with the other he succeeded, not without some difficulty, in forcing out one of the tiles. “So that’s the way it is. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth of his soul. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. Sheppard repressed the scream that rose to her lips, and both mother and son gazed with apprehension at the heavy figure of the thief-taker, which, viewed in the twilight, seemed dilated to twice its natural size, and appeared almost to block up the window. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. " "Lord, that's just the lesson I've been expounding! It isn't a question of fear; it's one of propriety. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. Both of them would be committing novel and unforgettable acts. It was a unique experience for her to wash him.
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