“Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. ” She thanked him with one of her shy little glances. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. As to Jack Sheppard, he appeared utterly reckless and insensible, and did nothing but whistle and sing the whole way. This person was speedily followed by half a dozen others, some of whom carried flambeaux.
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