From none of these could Jack ascertain what had become of Thames, or learn any particulars concerning the family at Dollis Hill, or of his mother. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Sheila found out. " "Very well. ‘I know her, ma’am, but I know next to nothing of her story. Tell me I haven’t heard. A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. She stood without motion and without strength. So I dare say I was christened Jack.
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