What has become of the other?" "Why, surely you don't mean Jack Sheppard?" cried the woollen-draper in surprise. ” “If you dare—I dare,” said Ann Veronica. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. He's the only native I trust in these parts. Tears started to the young man's eyes on beholding the change, and it was with difficulty he could command himself sufficiently to make the inquiries he desired to do respecting the former owner of the house. " "There was Father," suggested Angelina gently. His eyes were fixed upon her face, but he opened his lips twice before he spoke. "I witnessed the bet.
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