Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. Giles's round-house. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. The light would betray us. Only you seem to me since the time when I knew you in Paris to have changed—to have changed in some subtle manner which I find at times utterly bewildering.
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