‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. Sheppard now directed her steps. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. Sheppard! when I see her thus, and think of all she has endured, of all she may yet have to endure, I could almost pray for her release from trouble.
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