The sun lingered,
finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at
the edge of the park. Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears;
and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh
apprehensions. Man or
woman. She pointed. She pulled the trigger. “But your sister?” he asked. Righting,
however, instantly afterwards, she scudded with the greatest rapidity over the
boiling waves, to whose mercy she was now entirely abandoned. There are so many girls nowadays who are quite unpresentable at
tea, with their untrimmed laughs, their awful dispositions of their legs when they
sit down, their slangy disrespect; they no longer smoke, it is true, like the girls of
the eighties and nineties, nevertheless to a fine intelligence they have the flavor
of tobacco.
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