” “You can’t be killed?” He asked. ” “You may be sure of the one,” she murmured. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. "You who are condemned to die, repent with lamentable tears. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now.
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