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The bridge was protected on either side by a railing with bannisters placed at wide intervals. . “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. Thames sprang to his feet, and half drew his sword, while Wood, removing his spectacles to assure himself that his eyes did not deceive him, exclaimed in a tone and with a look that betrayed the extremity of surprise—"Jack Sheppard!" "Jack Sheppard!" echoed the maid. “I want to show you something. She leaned back in her chair.
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