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. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. I’ve made up my mind. . ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. I received a telegram, as you know, during dinner. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door. I'll think no more about her.
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