If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one than even the hangman could read him. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said.
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