“Ever yours, “ANNABEL. Sheppard," cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pair of handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us in capturing your son. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. " Sailors, he thought; and most of them the dregs of the South Seas, casting their evil glances at this exquisite creature and trying to smirch with innuendo the crystal clearness of her mind.
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