“You mustn’t say anything more to your mother,
Michelle. Jack instantly sprang to his feet, and as his guards construed the motion into an
attempt to escape, several of them drew their swords and motioned to him to sit
down. ToC
In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had
escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of
Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the
direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel,
known as Black Mary's Hole. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved
to see the absurdity of the position. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and
girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade
of study groups during rutting season. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he
could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had
thus solicited his attention. No window.
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