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" Sheppard's name operated like magic on the crowd. It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. She had found that proof. Hurry to me, I entreat you. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. “I got your note just in time,” he remarked. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson.
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