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The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. As it was, the mob went on alternately hooting and huzzaing as the names of Wild and Sheppard were pronounced, while some individuals, bolder than the rest, thrust their faces into the coach-window, and assured Jack that he should never be taken to Tyburn. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. I would like to have to tell it so. The world had not passed by but had gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. ‘Here you, Pottiswick. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. Were any thing to happen to him, Newgate wouldn't be what it is, nor Tyburn either. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. " As Jonathan said this, Jack's hand involuntarily sought a pistol.
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