CHAPTER XXIII. I’ll kill you, Sheila, and I’ll kill her too. I will shed no more blood. Farewell. There was still in his heart that fierce anger which demands physical expression; but he had to consider Ruth in all phases. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. ’ ‘Distract me? She nigh on gave me an apoplexy. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined. “I changed my last shilling yesterday. That’s— that’s my private life. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised.
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