‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. The cloth nearly touches the floor. It stunned
her. Then Valade—was
the man as big a fool as Nicholas?—tried again. No one will ever love you as I love you now. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he
reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. If Jack
Sheppard or his mother ever enter this house again, I leave it—that's all. After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried the latch, and to
his surprise found it open. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made
a mull of it. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. "How do you know that?" rejoined Jack. The delay was only momentary.
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