"Stop him!" shouted Jonathan from the stair-head, "stop him! It's Jack Sheppard!" "Give way!" cried Jack fiercely. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. Mike chimed in. The entrance was concealed between two huge boulders within a clump of trees, and was now so overgrown that no one who did not know of its existence could ever hope to find it. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. It was painted in the early seventeenth century by a minor artist named DuPre. "Jack Sheppard had a visitor, I understand, yesterday, and may make an attempt to escape.
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