. He remembered it suddenly. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. "Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. " "I'm sorry. The light was poor, so that she saw their gleaming faces dimly and indistinctly. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck.
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