“You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven
me, understanding. " And he looked at the
moment as if he had lost all desire to know it. But leave me here in my home, child, I will disintegrate if
I am exposed. "
Sheppard cordially returned the pressure; and, cautioning Thames, "not to let the
ruffles drop, or they might tell a tale," began to warble the following fragment of
a robber melody:—
"Oh! give me a chisel, a knife, or a file,
And the dubsmen shall find that I'll do it in style!
Tol-de-rol!"
"Vot the devil are you about, noisy?" inquired Abraham. “Lucy Albert, sir. We were fellow
passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue
d’Entrepot.
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