But the cases were not identical. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. You heard her. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat.
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