Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. Her birthday was four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five pounds. The door of cabin 2 was open. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom.
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