“For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. The body of Jack Sheppard, meanwhile, was borne along by that tremendous host, which rose and fell like the waves of the ocean, until it approached the termination of the Edgeware Road. Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted.
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