Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK
SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing
his person, and offering a reward for his capture. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so
readily. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. I’ve had my time and lost my chances. Don’t be late if you
can help it. If
not, I'll convey him to St. Sheppard, "and, if it please
you to visit your indignation on any one let it be upon me, and not on your
excellent husband, whose only fault is in having bestowed his charity upon so
unworthy an object as myself. “I knew you
would begin to see how it all falls into place together.
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