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” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes the aspect of virtue. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. He had scarcely entered the arch, when the indraught was so violent, and the noise of the wind so dreadful and astounding, that he almost determined to relinquish the undertaking. "Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir," observed Shotbolt. He described her privately to himself as a splendid girl.
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