If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one than even the hangman could read him. “Very good,” he said. Little Anna screamed and thrashed as she was torn from Lucy’s skirts. Why not? Quite willing. Moreover, atrociously and inexorably, he allowed it to appear ever and again in horrible gleams that he suspected there was some man in the case. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. "His disguise was capital; but I detected it in a moment.
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