His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet fell lightly upon the pavement. For a time she promenaded the room. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. Her lips parted, but no words came. "I can do without it," muttered Jack. If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one than even the hangman could read him. She tried to scream, \"I'm coming to you, Mama!\" But no sound would come from her mouth.
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