She grew perhaps a shade paler,
and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with
luggage, was still waiting. 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. ‘Very well, never mind. If Jack Sheppard could behold his
mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one
than even the hangman could read him. And rather unscrupulous. "The feeling is dead within my breast. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen
and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen
coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin
recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police,
but at this period flourishing in vast numbers. “I love you, Ann Veronica.
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