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A pane of glass was shivered by each stone. Of course I knew all about him years ago, and he is exactly like
everybody’s description of him. Without
inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to
state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could
confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he
determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he
shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a
project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting
Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. “Look at me. They were suddenly
thrown aside, and a man stepped out from his hiding-place. “What the devil are you doing star-gazing
here?”
Ennison looked at him in surprise. His eyes were fixed
upon the tablecloth. There he paused again, half turning his back and
pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. Sheppard replied by a solemn assertion, "that he had received no assistance
except from Heaven. “Not
like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you
hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. "
"How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword. Hill closed his eyes.
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