Sheppard, distractedly. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. She had need of a devoted cavalier and Jack had proved eminently valuable. E. Sheppard, bitterly. He yelled to her, asking her if she wished to have a drink with him, which she refused. You’re a good friend. 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.
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