’ Lucy giggled. . . Some doting parent had taught him well. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. ‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. ” “You didn’t. ‘Here we go again. ’ Fresh suspicion kindled in his breast. ” “Yes,” said his prospective fellow-sailor, “that’s very pretty. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or I should stand but a poor chance.
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