In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries. “I’m not nearly so sure as you. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. ” She shook her head. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. ” Ann Veronica reflected for an instant “That’s why I think I ought to come. " "That's frank enough," the doctor admitted astonishedly. "My heart," rejoined Thames, firmly; "which now tells me I am in the presence of his murderer. I was being stupid. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley's he brought back a packet of letters, magazines, and newspapers. “Sure, I guess so.
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