But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. “I believe after all it’s coming out!” said Miss Stanley. Between the two officers, with their arms linked in his, Jack Sheppard was conducted to the cart.
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