Her heavy pistol came up again, although she did not rise. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. "Now—begin. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. ‘And now, monsieur le major—’ ‘I will see you to the door,’ Gerald said, looking with interest at the building that his observant groom had told him housed a small collection of nuns. " So saying, she planted herself between Jack and the turnkey. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. She could not help thinking of Capes.
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