Sheppard, fervently. Her lips were dry and cracked. "What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. CHAPTER XXVII. She responded with an unfaltering appearance of insensibility, and never as a young and beautiful woman conscious of sex; always in the character of an intelligent girl student. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. She swallowed hard. Her lips came together with an expression between contentment and the faintest shadow of a smile, her manner was one of quiet reserve, and behind this mask she was wildly discontented and eager for freedom and life.
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