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—Strype's Stow. "She may yet be saved. You have taken my dagger. One is always familiar with the business of one’s neighbours. Wild's orders. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. " "Alas!" cried Mrs. ToC In consequence of Jack Sheppard's desperate character, it was judged expedient by the keeper of the New Prison to load him with fetters of unusual weight, and to place him in a cell which, from its strength and security, was called the Newgate Ward. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. We were worried. But all this business has driven it clean out of my head. After he had endured this torture for an hour, at a sign from Wild another hundred weight was added. When I went I was refused admittance. CHAPTER IV.
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