‘I am not French in the
least, bête. Ruth's
emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would
always be happy because he would always be needing her. ”
“Why not?” she asked quietly. Without
inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to
state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could
confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he
determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he
shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a
project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting
Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. While this was taking place, another and more serious interruption occurred. Sheppard, averting her face to hide her tears. Not the explosive vigour of the
north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them
triumphantly. Almost light-heartedly. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating
and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. ”
He left at once, immensely relieved, yet scarcely satisfied with himself as
regarded his share of the interview with this young woman. ”
He made a little noise in his throat as if something had cried out within him,
and for a time they were both too full for speech.
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