Sheppard had been interred. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and
hung up until noon. In a moment his grasp grew
weaker. The latter looked very pale, either from
the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed
emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this
unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape. “Endless. "The deuce he has! Why, it's only a few hours since I beheld him chained down
with half a hundred weight of iron, in the strongest ward at Newgate. “You’d have to think how to
get in between his bones.
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