"Well!" cried Mrs. “How would you know?” Michelle’s interest was piqued. "Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of Mar. Finding it impossible to descend on any side, without incurring serious risk, Jack resolved to return for his blanket, by the help of which he felt certain of accomplishing a safe landing on the roof of the house in Giltspur Street. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises. Priests and princes sought his knowledge of languages and philosophy and wantonly tried to throw themselves into his bed.
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