I’ve been smoking cigarettes in the preparation-room
and thinking this out. Ever
since he's become so famous, the folks about here ha' christened it Jack
Sheppard's cage. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a
wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold—
property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. It was only by the adoption of such a course (especially since
the late act of suppression, to which we have alluded,) that the inviolability of
the asylum could be preserved. ’
Melusine turned, an irrepressible giggle escaping her lips as she thought of the
Mother Abbess in the convent at Blaye.
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