“It is a hateful story. Sheppard, sinking
backwards upon the pallet. Small, but eminently serviceable. But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?”
“I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica. "I've been robbed, maltreated, and nearly
murdered by Jack Sheppard. Her hair had begun to grow back, it
now swept to her shoulders. Sheppard's dress—extremely
neat and clean, but simply fashioned, and of the plainest and most unpretending
material,—offered nothing assailable; and her demeanour was so humble, and
her looks so modest, that—if she had been ill-looking—she might, possibly,
have escaped the shafts of malice preparing to be levelled against her. "What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. “We’ve never known anyone who can play like you,
Lucy. Not a word passed between them. Little did I imagine at the
time that it was my own father to whom he referred.
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