He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. " "Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity. It was a moment before he recognised that the effect had been similar on all those present, including General Lord Charvill. A curious silence ensued. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. "He does seem a very extraordinary person. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. I was sitting up, lamenting your departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an odd noise, I went to the landing, and, by the light of a dark lantern, saw Jack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by two men with crape on their faces. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle.
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