As they neared the house, Jack Sheppard, who led the way, halted and addressed his companion in a low voice:— "I don't half like this job, Blueskin," he said; "it always went against the grain. Make no promises on a night where I have burdened you with such awful knowledge. “I confess it. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. \" \"There's only one problem. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled. "Well, well; look who's here!" cried Spurlock. "And equally easy to prove it," replied Jack, giving him the paper he had abstracted from Wild. Not for me. Eh bien, they would see about this. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. But now you must be quiet; there's been too much excitement. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. To her, marriage would be a buckler against the two evils which pursued her. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest.
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