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It’s John. Ireton," observed the
chief turnkey of Westminster Gatehouse, as he helped himself to his third glass
of punch; "but I never saw one like Jack Sheppard. I ask
you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to
revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. And you promised to tell me. I’d to go to Remenham House as well, and show Pottiswick
your letter of authorisation. It was
drafty and cold most of the time, but she found that she
was not nearly as sensitive to the cold as long as he was
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there to warm her up. ‘Gabbling and muttering in a foreign tongue, that’s what I heard, sir,’ had
declared the gap-toothed ancient, when he told them of the initial foray he had
made, sneaking around the house in the dark.
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