Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. The first Step towards the Ladder VII. She felt her skills make a belated return.
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