"Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. “Our interest lies in heading them off. On receiving the warning note from the ostler, Jack Sheppard and his companion left Willesden, and taking—as a blind—the direction of Harrow, returned at nightfall by a by-lane to Neasdon, and put up at a little public-house called the Spotted Dog. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough. "It's the boy's death-warrant," observed Jonathan, with a sinister smile. These thoughts, however, came to a broken end. “It’s all right,” he said, reassuringly to the inquirer without. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. "Why do you laugh?" he asked. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. This service rendered, without waiting for any farther order, she withdrew.
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