It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. Sheppard," cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pair of handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us in capturing your son. “A Socialist of the order of John Ruskin. "Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of Mar.
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