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 comes!" cried a thousand voices, and the shout ascended to Smithfield, descended to Snow Hill, and told those who were assembled on Holborn Hill that Sheppard had left the prison. A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. It must be the dawn creeping in. Wood brought up. ‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss.
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