" "Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. “Come this way,” he said. " "Doubt me not," replied Thames. I believe I am getting impudent. As concertmaster, it was Lucy’s duty to seat the orchestra as well as tune them. “It’s best,” he said, “to make it a good round sum. From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle, followed by a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld the impudent countenance of Jack Sheppard immediately before him.
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