Thus died Jack Sheppard. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes the aspect of virtue. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware. None saw, though all felt, his presence, and heard the thunder of his voice. . " "Can I trust him?" mused Jack. "You cannot understand me, Madam; and it is well you cannot. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered.
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