The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the
bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. She walked through the office to the
door, aimlessly. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. But the world didn’t do that. Things you would laugh at. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while
the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear
in a police-court next day. She allowed herself to be ejected,
therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and
her own slight wound in the kitchen. During this operation, the carpenter
underwent a severe catechism as to the cause of the accident; and, on learning
that the mischance originated with Jack Sheppard, the indignation of his
helpmate knew no bounds; and she was with difficulty prevented from flying to
the workshop to inflict summary punishment on the offender. It had been brighter
than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements
above the bookshelves. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed.
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