Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. "Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. Sheppard, if you please, Ma'am," interrupted the lad; "I allow nobody to call me Jack.
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