”
“I sent a telegram to say I was all right. But d—n him! let's talk o'
something more agreeable. In this room was my
ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. The soi-disant
Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table,
its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. To preserve
herself, however, from destitution, or what she considered worse, she wedded a
journeyman carpenter, named Sheppard. “He was a
friend of your sister’s, was he not?”
“I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents,
the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a
filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. ’
‘Are you off your head? Think I don’t know you’re up to some mischief or
other?’
Melusine feigned innocence. . ’
‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she
snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the
inscription, which ran thus—
JACK SHEPPARD
THE END. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror.
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