Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. “Annabel, I begin to see why you are here. ” He looked at Lucy.
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