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Then there was also the horse. It was precious for two
reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not
remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. 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. Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. ”
It was nearly half an hour before they dared ask him the question. ‘Now be sensible, Melusine, and
let me help you. That is what my mother used to call me. "
Jack, meanwhile, was carried to Newgate. Anna, you
shall not go. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. But why did he turn away?
"Wait!" Ruth called to her father. He looked at
her, hurt. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs.
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