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It is not the woman who speaks there. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. She is no more English than that set of beggars over there. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. Her new husband had paid for a cadre of escorts back to Mantua. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh. Unbelievable the pranks that she pulled—-you should have told me! I told her to leave you 157 the hell alone or she would be dealing with me next, I dropped a hint about telling her parents about her in detail. It was the size of my palm. “Now, there, there.
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