A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. Turning quickly round, in the hope of discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack Sheppard in custody. “She means to go. " "You say that the miniature was abstracted from Lady Trafford's jewel-box," said Jonathan, in a loud voice. "What of that," rejoined Jonathan.
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