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Sheppard's dress—extremely
neat and clean, but simply fashioned, and of the plainest and most unpretending
material,—offered nothing assailable; and her demeanour was so humble, and
her looks so modest, that—if she had been ill-looking—she might, possibly,
have escaped the shafts of malice preparing to be levelled against her. “Before you do anything else I should advise
you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the grate. "Why came
she here?"
"She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil,
mournfully. It is necessary. “How are you, Lucy?” Martin ran to catch her in the
crowded hall. I saw it this morning in the
Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—"
"A reward!" echoed Jack. Besides, you cannot visit people armed with a pistol in London, you know. But it's confounded inconvenient. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you
remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see
anything more tender or beautiful?"
"I remember.
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