Sheppard, passing her hands over his face, and gazing at him with a look that made him shudder. Sheppard. He felt the first sting of the whip. "Vell," he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?" "To be sure I do," replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis of Slaughterford. You are brought here that their designs may be carried into effect with greater security. I’ll be waiting for you outside. We just want to ask her a few questions about an old murder case. It's gin—a liquor you used to like.
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