He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. "Oh, you're here, are you?" said the ruffian, with an exulting laugh: "I've been looking for you everywhere. Wood's habitation in Wych Street, we are luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was Jack Sheppard (signature) "I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman," cried Jack, as he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. " Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside. At no time did she feel bodily or mental fatigue.
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