What befell Jack Sheppard in the Turner's House. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. " "I am one-and-twenty," observed Jack. In those revolutionary times one had to be prepared. . There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. She was vaguely happy over this arrangement which put her in the wing across the middle hall, alone. Why, he can scarcely be twenty. The girl is in it as deeply as he is.
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