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He scarcely saw her face again. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. Were I not
Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. If you know
her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’
‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t
what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. ’
The idiocy of it all irritated Melusine. “But my dear Ann Veronica, you will be getting into debt!”
Ann Veronica at once, and with a feeling of immense relief, took refuge in her
dignity. Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam of compassion
in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance,—"Mercy! mercy!"
"Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and
disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly.
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