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Advancing towards him, he
made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. He would sit in his inner
office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly
conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with
her when he met her face to face. ” He ducked out. ”
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She smiled wider. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended
his hand with a smile of recognition. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the
inscription, which ran thus—
JACK SHEPPARD
THE END.
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