” Annabel yawned. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. ’ But she reckoned without the fellow Trodger. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of them spent the night standing. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. " "Mighty fine!" ejaculated Mrs.
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