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Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. Nothing ensued. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a smile upon her face. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. It's almost worth while being sent to prison to have the pleasure of escaping. ‘Hilary was right. Shouting to his companion, even as they passed by where I hid myself, he called out that he thought to find you at the convent.
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