She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the
manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. ’
‘A dagger, is it then?’
The girl froze. If Jack Sheppard could behold his
mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one
than even the hangman could read him. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the
protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. And, then, forsooth, she must needs prevent your hanging Jack Sheppard
after the robbery in Wych Street, when you might have done so. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to
come that I had in mind. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something
mean, some secondary kind of force. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she
had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. But that instinct is severely
dampened most of the time. . Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it
always returned with redoubled poignancy?
Then came another thought, astonishing. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. ”
He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her tone, and he
at once abandoned the subject.
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