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On that first occasion, the delay in locating the entrance to the secret passage meant that she had to wait until morning to make her search. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. "It is Jonathan. Pitt?" "There is no mistake, Sir," rejoined the prisoner, drawing himself up, "I am Jack Sheppard. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. "Oh, Gemini!" she exclaimed. Sebastian sat smirking in amusement.
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