Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. "Kidnapped, and sent to France
by one uncle, it was my lot to fall into the hands of another,—my father's own
brother, the Marshal Gaucher de Chatillon; to whom, and to the Cardinal Dubois,
I owed all my good fortune. “If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash
every glass on this table. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept
a cup of water at her hands. All the initial confidence in
herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. ’
‘You say—what?’ gasped Melusine. I've watched this lad—this
Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little
about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. ”
She looked at him quizzically. How perfectly charming. A queer nut.
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