"But you said you weren't particular. Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the
ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began
to read aloud. . Nothing has gone wrong here?"
"Nothing whatever," replied Ireton. Wood's habitation in Wych Street, we are
luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was
Jack Sheppard (signature)
"I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman," cried Jack, as
he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket. ”
“Anything except that,” he murmured. She isn't used to
cities. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering
unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had
rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a
smile crossed them.
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