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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. Very well, I give up. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. " "Merciful providence!" exclaimed the female. ’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way. He added, ‘Also others, but I don’t recall them. " "It's all over with him by this time, master," replied Ben, turning the head of his boat, and rowing swiftly towards the scene of strife; "but d—n him, he was the chap as hit poor Bill Thomson just now, and I don't much care if he should be food for fishes.
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