’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. I firmly believe that she is as straight as a die. Don’t be afraid that I shall stunt it. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. Unless he deserts the girl, he won't be so hard to find as formerly.
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