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. " "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. 1. “My dear, you have learned the hard way what happens when you do not eat. “I am not dependent upon any one. Sheppard," cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pair of handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us in capturing your son. "He's safe enough, I assure you. And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one who calls himself Valade—stole it. " "I know where she will be found, and how," rejoined Jack with a shudder. ' But, gentlemen, though they talked so largely, and looked so fiercely, they did not do it; they did not hang the bailiffs; and where are they?" "Ay, where are they?" echoed the company with indignant derision. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. ” She rose up. 175 “Before you tell me the whole story,” she emphasized the penultimate word, “just let me do something for you. "No prize shall indushe me to enter dat horrid plashe again.
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