Running his hand hastily over it, he was startled to find it one complicated mass of bolts and bars. Delight surged through her as her breasts, shoulders, and belly touched his naked flesh all at once. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred.
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