"So, you're admiring my cabinet, Sir Rowland," he remarked, with a sinister smile; "it is generally admired; and, sometimes by parties who afterwards contribute to the collection themselves,—ha! ha! This skull," he added, pointing to a fragment of mortality in the case beside them, "once belonged to Tom Sheppard, the father of the lad I spoke of just now. There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate. It was easy enough to lie to anyone else. It was clear it must be to-morrow. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. ‘Do you need an excuse?’ ‘Oh, you know what doctors are. But if that can possibly be done I want it to be done. But some people have no consideration. “I thought I saw her in town to-day,” he said. Even there a woman never gets a fair chance.
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