The smells of skewered
fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the
air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about
them. "Look at him!"
Ruth looked. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. "Miss Enschede—such an odd name!—are you French?"
"Oh, no. "I took you for one who wouldn't hesitate to avail himself of any advantage
chance might throw in his way," returned the thief-taker, coldly. She had been so young then. "No matter," replied Sheppard. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where
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it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but
mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long
white gown. "Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. . May I do so to-day?”
“It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. But in the early days of her abduction, she did not
allow him to touch her. ”
Then he went on to say: “Well, you’ve had your little adventure, and I hope
now you’ve had enough of it. Were I not
Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard.
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