" "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. But one must disguise oneself. " He passed it over; and Ruth read: To be opened in case of my death and the letter inside forwarded to the address thereon. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. “Now you look happy. " Sheppard's name operated like magic on the crowd. But she did not in the least want to do that. —"Stay! something occurs to me. She hurried with Jack as fast as she could to the open door to the passage. "If I could only make you realize what you have done," he said, lamely.
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