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Tom Sheppard was always a close file, and would never tell whom he married. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. The man was my husband. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive.

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