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He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. "Have you got Jonathan out of the way?" he asked, in an eager whisper. Or, if you must take off my clothes, don't dash cold water on my head. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May 1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it from being totally dark. A man, then, rushed up the entry, and, seizing the unlucky carpenter by the collar, presented a drawn sword to his throat. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. "I don't know what his idea was. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently. And then this girl had to sweep into and out of his life! He recalled McClintock's comment about Spurlock being the kind that fell soft. Wood's habitation in Wych Street, we are luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was Jack Sheppard (signature) "I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman," cried Jack, as he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time.
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