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. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. Her
white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants
caked with mud. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. ’
‘Well, but he was a deserter, you see. It’s just life, pure life, life nascent, running clear and
strong. "Put it in your
teeth and light it. I can keep you.
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