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She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she
would go back to the saloon. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had
imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes. The letter began:
“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate
gesture flung them into the fire. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy
socialist. She had been fighting down this thought for
days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a
vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done—
married a girl who was not his equal in anything. In
fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was
confined. She crushed the letter in her
hand. She had found the location of his firm on the internet
on a library computer, tracing him to this place in New
York where he practiced criminal law. It was
drafty and cold most of the time, but she found that she
was not nearly as sensitive to the cold as long as he was
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there to warm her up. The new-comer looked at Charcam. org/fundraising. Something seemed awry.
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