What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. ” “But how did they prove it?” “By science,” said Miss Miniver, and hurried on, putting out a rhetorical hand that showed a slash of finger through its glove. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. Jack tried it, and found it locked. But supposing he is? Supposing he made but one misstep? Your island would be a haven of security. This man and he were alike, and about the same age. Sheppard. Remember that. The reply he received this time put him into a state of continuous bewilderment. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. Covered with houses, from one end to the other, this reverend and picturesque structure presented the appearance of a street across the Thames.
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