He returned her
to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the
ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent
inhabitants of London. Oh, the
scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before
us in the river. Michelle
awoke suddenly, violently. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK
SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing
his person, and offering a reward for his capture. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. “Do you know him?”
Lucy replied, “No, I haven’t met him.
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