The Night-Cellar XVIII. If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one than even the hangman could read him. ’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald. A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. I am come to serve you.
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