The last Meeting between Jack Sheppard and his Mother 419
XXIV. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her
but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his
shoulder. The terrors and anxieties of the last few
months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream,
dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. I can understand
now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent philanthropy. "
"No. ’ He scratched
his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he
could see of her face. She bent down. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. But, though the latter was somewhat embarrassed by his burthen, he
peremptorily declined Jonathan's offer of assistance. Above the housetops it was different. Her amusement fled and she stared at
him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. Jackson had
one of the ugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Sometimes I
think you would have been much better off if you had
been born in death-worshipping Egypt instead of in the
Fourteenth Century. ”
“The faults are the best part of it,” said Ann Veronica; “why, even our little
vicious strains run the same way.
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