“What is the good of talking?” said her brother. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined.
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