In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. ‘I’ll handle her better alone.
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