Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. ’ She thrust him into the aperture, and pushed the hilt of the sword into his hand. ” “Lucy Albert, sir. It doesn't annoy me; it only disturbs me. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. Take it, I tell you. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END.
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