"We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices. It is no good arguing about a
thing like that. "Bravo," cried Sheppard, examining its contents, which proved to be a file, a
chisel, two or three gimblets, and a piercer. She fought him with tooth and nail. Without
inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to
state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could
confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he
determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he
shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a
project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting
Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. She’s right upstairs. “Lord!” she said.
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