But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. Spurling attended him as his nurse, and, under her care, he speedily revived. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion.
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