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” He said. "Here's the full, true, and particular account of Jack Sheppard's last astonishing and never-to-be-forgotten escape from the Castle of Newgate," bawled the hawker, "with a print of him taken from the life, showing the manner, how he was shackled and handcuffed. Look out, it’s coming. I'm his lieutenant,—Lieutenant Blueskin. I do like to see old friends back here. Be so good as to let me pass, sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. "You soon shall," rejoined Sheppard. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. ‘If you imagine you’re going to use one ungentlemanly act to manipulate me, you very much mistake the matter. It’s your first evening, and early impressions do count for so much. Monroe would lock the whole group of us in the basement, every day. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression.
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