’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. Wood's house was broken into and plundered. Section 1. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. ‘Then I am not mad in the least. ” Her voice trembled with suppressed passion.
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