“No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can
be. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. Instantly seizing it, the young man placed it in the carriage, shut
the door, and commanded his servants to drive off. “You will go and see her,” he begged. "Not so," replied Jack, throwing down the skreen. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—”
Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door
clicked upon them. “After all, why should he be surprised?” she remarked. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney,
"brings me nearer my mother. She
looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood
and saw that several of his fingers were missing. ‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all. Observe it—a blue-serge coat.
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