But this
was a vicomte’s sister. We are nuns. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. What has become of the other?"
"Why, surely you don't mean Jack Sheppard?" cried the woollen-draper in
surprise. ’
Melusine bit her lip. Stanley wanted to object strongly, but as he could not immediately think
how to put it, he contented himself with a grunt, and the motion was carried. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and
seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. It was possible that his first impressions had not been
correct. It was neither good nor bad.
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