F. Jack
Sheppard is a match for Jonathan Wild, any day. Reconnoitring them through a small grated loophole, he refused to open the door
till they had explained their business. ‘Did you see the man?’ Gerald asked. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish
carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings
of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys
bathing in a sunlit pool. Her fingers were
bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. ‘Knew you had the lad with
you, and thought you were merely delayed. "You are alone?" said one of the spinsters—Prudence Jedson. “What’s wrong?” He asked as she shifted awkwardly. He saw now that it was
merely a boy. His employer retreated into the further
apartment, leaving the door ajar.
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