‘I am done, Gérard. Sir John hesitated, and then continued. The chair, meanwhile, with its unhappy load, was transported at a brisk pace to Newgate. I don’t think any surroundings could throw a shadow on you. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. Sheppard, so that if the blow had been stricken she must have received it. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind.
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