3. I made the pies. "Jack," continued Thames, addressing Sheppard, who had only just recovered from the blow, and regained his feet, "I don't ask how you came here, nor do I blame your rashness in doing so. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. ’ Shock spread across her lovely features. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs.
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