" "I will," replied Sheppard, dashing the glass from his hand. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. It is only a matter of time before he presents himself to whoever has the deeds to Remenham House—a lawyer I presume—and claims that property for his wife’s. But this chap is good wine yet. “Fighting goes with loads of its own baggage, John. “Who?” She asked. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door.
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