She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to
say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. Jack Sheppard warns Thames Darrell. God, Lucy, what’s it been, how
many years?”
“I’m so sorry, John. You might have spared yourself
many useless journeys and disappointments, and us a good deal of anxiety. A man might be without relatives,
but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. ” John greeted him. I am the richest man in England. And here she was—in a mess
because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. ”
“Why not?” She turned on him. He stopped us, and, addressing Jack in a taunting tone, said, 'Well, I've
been as good as my word!'—'True,' replied Sheppard; 'and I'll be as good as
mine!' And so they parted. ’
‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. ’
‘Perfectly correct, my boy.
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