Spurling; "they're both here. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. After all, old P. Earles watched her anxiously. Pitt?" "There is no mistake, Sir," rejoined the prisoner, drawing himself up, "I am Jack Sheppard. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. \"The servants will hear you!\" \"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease.
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