” Ann Veronica fenced for a moment. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. Did he not look for her in the morning when she entered—come very quickly to her? She thought of him as she had last seen him looking down the length of the laboratory to see her go. To-night she could have hugged both the old maids. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room.
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