Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. She began to act. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. "Extinguish the light," cried Jack; "turn to the left. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming.
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