She
let Jack go as he passed through the opening. ”
“All right. Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. But was that enough?
Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind. E. ‘But there is
something still I do not understand. Wood, who had
been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not
altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in
Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not
hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an
apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was
neglecting his employment. It was precious for two
reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not
remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford.
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