" "En-shad-ay. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair. On an empty cask, which served him for a chair, and opposite Jack Sheppard, whose rapid progress in depravity afforded him the highest satisfaction, sat Blueskin, encouraging the two women in their odious task, and plying his victim with the glass as often as he deemed it expedient to do so. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. ‘Yes, but quite my own fault. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. There were shadows under his eyes. Her body went into spasm.
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