Sheppard, whose distress at the consumption of the provisions had been somewhat allayed by the anticipation of the intruder's departure after he had satisfied his appetite, was now terrified in the extreme by seeing a light approach, and hearing footsteps on the stairs. The Times slipped from his fingers. His subjects, however, were no longer entirely under his control; and, though he managed to enforce some little attention to his commands, it was evident his authority was waning fast. “Or I know another one who wears cologne. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. But the indecision, which had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him. ‘You know perfectly well that she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme.
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