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" "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. ‘Go on, Gerald. " "I'd give half I'm worth to hang the villain, and restore this boy to his rights," said Mr. 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. They could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. ’ ‘Pah! You can never be Valade. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket.
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