Our mutual safety requires it. At length Jack Sheppard observed:—"The coast's clear. Look in the small hide-bound book that he keeps in his boot. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. Sheppard found it; and, as no one opposed her, she at once took up her abode there; nor was she long in discovering that the dreaded sounds proceeded from the nocturnal gambols of a legion of rats. She rapped on Michelle’s door loudly. " "I tell 'ee what, saltwater," said Ben, "I'll lay you my fare—and that'll be two shillin'—I'm back in an hour.
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