"Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of Mar. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Kneebone's. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it.
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