A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. Between the two officers, with their arms linked in his, Jack Sheppard was conducted to the cart. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. We may be stopped.
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