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McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. That would be him. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. But he did not follow on with the thought. You are the one person I can understand and feel—feel right with. Ann Veronica halted a pace, and Miss Klegg came alongside. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. Professing to stand between the robber and the robbed, he himself plundered both. Sheppard. If she kept on, would she make it out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the secret passage. "Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road.
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