CHAPTER XIX. ’ There was a chuckle in his voice. She responded as he slipped his hands under her sweater. . He looked like an animated skeleton that someone had hung a smelly 105 brown beard upon. Jack had well-nigh fallen too. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. Turning quickly round, in the hope of discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack Sheppard in custody.
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