Sheppard, anxiously. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. “Ciao.
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