She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. Mesdames Thierry and Poussaint appeared delighted to meet Gerald, and he was obliged to do the pretty to their daughters too. "Answer me one question first?" he said; "I half suspect you're Jack Sheppard. This isn't your island, child; it's the great world. Only a book detective could dope this out. It reminded Ann Veronica of having a tooth stopped. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles.
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