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" At this moment, Rachel and Blueskin returned. “By Jove!” he exclaimed. Then Valade—was the man as big a fool as Nicholas?—tried again. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. Thames sprang to his feet, and half drew his sword, while Wood, removing his spectacles to assure himself that his eyes did not deceive him, exclaimed in a tone and with a look that betrayed the extremity of surprise—"Jack Sheppard!" "Jack Sheppard!" echoed the maid. “Why?” He inquired. "Oh! they are—are they?" muttered Jack, triumphantly; "that'll do. She whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by the window, keeping out of the way. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. E. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous course. Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me.
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