‘I should have thought it was obvious. Once in England, she made all haste to visit Remenham House. She infused menace into her voice. "What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest. ‘What else was there to do? He paid off the servants and left old Pottiswick in charge, saying that the place would have to remain empty until the heir was found. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Mom, this is Lucy Albert from school. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern.
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