Sheppard in a troubled voice, "that if I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. That's my maxim; and it's the maxim of every honest man. That's the way it goes. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. Turning quickly round, in the hope of discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack Sheppard in custody. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock.
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