‘His wife?
Pah!’
‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’
‘I am saying nothing. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some
sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at
great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on
together in a rush. "
"So am I. This man was apparently not sure whether he was Meysey Hill or not. 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.
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