The body of Jack Sheppard, meanwhile, was borne along by that tremendous host, which rose and fell like the waves of the ocean, until it approached the termination of the Edgeware Road. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. She understood. ‘I have told you I will take Jacques. Wood, at the top of her voice.
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