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Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. Let me keep him. So long as she stood beside him, he was safe. " "And what course do you propose to pursue in reference to him?" asked Sir Rowland. She is no longer mine; she is yours. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. And here he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequent career, prompted him to so many bold and successful attempts. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. You.
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