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"I alone am to blame. Thus died Jack Sheppard. To-morrow I am going to Paris. You understand that term?” Ann Veronica smiled faintly. I was at work at it yesterday and the day before. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive door of the Lodge, which was instantly opened—Shotbolt's note having been received just before. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off.
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