Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. “To the best of my belief,” she said, with quiet dignity, “I have never seen either of you before in my life. . . "Jack Sheppard's mother," answered the little girl, dejectedly; "she has brought a basket of eggs from Willesden, and some flowers for you. He looked at her reproachfully. Seldom they molested a woman who appeared to know where she was going and who kept her glance resolutely to the fore. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him.
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