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“Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. “How would you know?” Michelle’s interest was piqued. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. "What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. "Where am I to take it to?" asked Sheppard. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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