Sheppard; and, as soon as he could command his
feelings, which were considerably excited by the mention of her distresses, he
squeezed her hand warmly, bestowed a hearty execration upon his own
inhumanity, and swore he would neither separate her from her child, nor suffer
any one else to separate them. She was practicing with them on
that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy
violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as
first chair. “Some day,” she answered. If you hang Jack Sheppard,
you'll cut off the flower o' the purfession. Dolby was portly and handsome. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. For a long time to come that would
naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. ‘Aye, sir.
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