“Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. The dance itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. On that morning the death warrant had arrived from Windsor, ordering Sheppard for execution, (since his capture by Jonathan Wild in Bedlam, as related in a former chapter, Jack had been tried, convicted, and sentenced to death,) together with three other malefactors on the following Friday.
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