“Let me get you some water, Annabel. " "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. Sheppard, horror-stricken. " "Nothing else?" "No. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. There's the paragraph. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour.
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