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“A number of beautiful things are not intense. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. "Here's the full, true, and particular account of Jack Sheppard's last astonishing and never-to-be-forgotten escape from the Castle of Newgate," bawled the hawker, "with a print of him taken from the life, showing the manner, how he was shackled and handcuffed. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. If the principal instigator of the crime, whom I afterwards encountered on the platform, and who was dashed into the raging flood by the shower of bricks, escaped, his preservation must have been indeed miraculous. But he does not come to see me since three days, even that these are my affairs and one could think that he would tell it to me if there is news, no?’ ‘When he has news to tell he will come, child, trust me,’ the old lady assured her. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. As they 56 approached the manor, she was permitted to peep her head outside the chariot's front window. " "Have you seen him?" asked Trenchard.
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