"I shan't sleep a wink while Jack Sheppard's in the house. “I can’t. “That’s HIM,” said Ann Veronica, in sound, idiomatic English. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. Carefully abstaining from thrusting against each other, Ann Veronica and her father began an absurdly desperate struggle, the one to open the door, the other to keep it fastened. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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