With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. "Rather a devil," groaned her son, "to have done this. ” “Why on earth—? A man ought to be labelled. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. CHAPTER I. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. How could he have betrayed her so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead? Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and became like a pillar of stone. End of Project Gutenberg's Jack Sheppard, by William Harrison Ainsworth *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACK SHEPPARD *** ***** This file should be named 16215-h.
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