Don’t stand gawping, man. 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. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. " "Six weeks have elapsed since that fatal night," replied Jack. “In five minutes I shall be ready. I suppose we’re all human beings really, but what price the sacred Institution of the Family! Us as a bundle! Eh?. “If you say so, my pet.
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