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It’s gone. Nobody regards
Constance or Vee as a delicate trifle. On
receiving the warning note from the ostler, Jack Sheppard and his companion left
Willesden, and taking—as a blind—the direction of Harrow, returned at nightfall by a by-lane to Neasdon, and put up at a little public-house called the
Spotted Dog. Annabel
half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate,
shook the contents into it. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as
his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair
—whatever it is—without bothering me. And meanwhile, we’ll just have these no
doubt potentially lethal little claws of yours out of harm’s way. So, why did you slam the door in John Diedermayer's
face?\"
Lucy did not look at her, but cocked her head
skyward.
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