Ain't you, Jacky darling?" "Not quite, Poll," returned Mr. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. At this moment she was staring ahead; and again came the opportunity to study her. 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.
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