There’s that old gentleman at the end of the
table—Bullding his name is. The
advanced guard had endeavoured to disperse the mob in Field Lane, but were not
prepared to meet with the resistance they encountered. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. "
"Never," replied Sheppard bitterly. ”
She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. She had a vision of policemen,
reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. Only her face was clear, frail
and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Soon the
trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. 1 through 1. She smiled.
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