This one too she read. Her pulses began to race. Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional
blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was
pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. The mere enumeration of the obstacles that existed would have deterred any
spirit less daring than Sheppard's from even hazarding the attempt. Never before had any human being kissed her lips. The walls
were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of
hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own
audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place
of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid
across joint-stools. The walls were of immense
thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; the fire-place was
without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into two compartments, occupied one
corner. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and
Thackeray and Hugo. And I've already told you the accident was not Jack's fault.
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