“Eight, Cavendish Square. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. He won’t be in uniform. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. Too busy. Of Jack Sheppard or the assailants they could not discover a single trace. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. ” She shrugged her shoulders and led him towards a small recess. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing.
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