He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. But she wished she could put the thing she had done in some way to them so that it would not hurt them so much as the truth would certainly do. "Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me, not him. “Have you ever seen Annabel with him?” she asked. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. The boy was all conscience, and he suffered through this conscience to such lengths that the law would be impotent to add anything. Amidst it all, however, there were several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell to cell to whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement.
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