" The hooting was instantaneously changed to cheers. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. \" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. Wait a second. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. Jack Sheppard is a match for Jonathan Wild, any day. “Let us walk across the Park at least,” he said to Ann Veronica. " "Well, well—wait awhile," returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forget you. ’ ‘And I love the way you call me imbecile,’ finished Gerald. "Now, then, Saint Giles!" interposed Sheppard, "are we to be kept here all night?" "Eh day!" exclaimed Sharples: "wot new-fledged bantam's this?" "One that wants to go to roost," replied Sheppard.
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