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ToC In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel, known as Black Mary's Hole. He dared not go on. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her. But I will disappoint you. He tried to make love to me. I will hold Hilary in check, never fear.
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