From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle, followed by a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld the impudent countenance of Jack Sheppard immediately before him. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Miss Ellicot pursed her lips and sat a little more upright. ‘Gad, what a mess!’ Gerald pulled free, and Melusine broke back, staring at him. " But this difficulty was only overcome to be succeeded by one still greater. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over.
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