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At first she thought that the woman was just a servant. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’ ‘Merci. And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society. The peculiar appearance of the sky was not without some influence in awakening these terrors. There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. From his pale skin and inky hair color it was apparent that his ancestry was half-Hispanic and half-European, perhaps French. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. Pitt?" "There is no mistake, Sir," rejoined the prisoner, drawing himself up, "I am Jack Sheppard. “And even then—” The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment.
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