Ireton," observed the
chief turnkey of Westminster Gatehouse, as he helped himself to his third glass
of punch; "but I never saw one like Jack Sheppard. "
Carefully depositing Winifred on a sofa, Jack then extinguished the light, and, as
he unfastened the door, crept behind it. Then he did give way a bit. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s
face muscles tighten. Then she came a few steps to meet him. He stood with his hands in
his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. “Come right in,” he
hissed under his breath, with the true conspirator’s note, closed the door very
softly and pointed, “Through there!”
By the meagre light of a gas lamp she perceived a cobbled yard with four
large furniture vans standing with horses and lamps alight. ”
“An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it.
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