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Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids. I have suspected him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. It isn't your duty. Stonily he had disengaged himself. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. The response of her body was enough that she lazily opened her eyes. "What is your name?" "Ruth. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. Quick, now.
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