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The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his hands into his pockets, and drew forth the miniature. But supposing he is? Supposing he made but one misstep? Your island would be a haven of security. We aren’t worth it. 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.
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