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"Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the
inscription, which ran thus—
JACK SHEPPARD
THE END. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a
faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant
company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. As she talked she made weak
little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent
shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a
photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. Then he was to
arrest you and bring you home to me. Ann Veronica watched him from the dining-room window, and after some
moments of maidenly hesitation rambled out into the garden in a reverse
direction to Mr. Too much, perhaps. ‘Eh bien, Eugénie. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my
solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister.
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