It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. "Arundel Stairs," replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral.
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