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How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral. ”
“It’s so strange to think of you—troubled by such things. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. Startled by the cry, as may be
supposed, the attention of the whole congregation was drawn towards the quarter
whence it proceeded. “Before you do anything else I should advise
you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the grate. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had
departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint,
and now it was again the afternoon. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if,
when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?”
Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He
asked with a sardonic grin on his face.
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