She fled. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. ” “You do not deny that you are my wife,” he asked hoarsely. He became a little less en garde. Then a surge of rage welled up. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride.
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