She uncrossed her legs and lowered herself, carefully
and slowly, until she lay supine. "You are angry?"
"Very. How do you like the story?”
“Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. Sheppard had been interred. The windows
were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance
of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his
huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly
demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. His expression altered. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway
and many minutes after his car was gone. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the
bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing
the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand. I am a man—of a sort of experience. From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle, followed by
a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld the impudent countenance of Jack
Sheppard immediately before him. His
eyes caught at hers with passionate inquiries. "
Trenchard took up a pen. The raising of
twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers.
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