You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. One night, about this time, just as Austin was about to lock the great gate, Jonathan Wild and his two janizaries entered the Lodge with a prisoner bound hand and foot. Sheppard, horror-stricken. ‘I don’t want a list of all the nuns resident in your wretched convent. “DEAREST A—— “I lied to you. . “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. ” “My dear young lady,” the official said irritably, “this man would not have your name and address in his pocket without an object. So I made haste and recovered. “Will you come round to the hospital?” he asked. It was a huge stone placed there by some workmen occupied in repairing the structure. “Where have you been? All these hours I have been calling for you.
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