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I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. "To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered. Sheppard. I'll be quiet. “No. "Where?" she cried. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. Not at all. " "Doubt me not," replied Thames. Thus, you see, I've never hesitated and never shall hesitate to expose my life where anything is to be gained.
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