"What did you say to him?" inquired Jonathan, suspiciously. Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. This key," he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. Nasty, damp passages. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss.
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