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"Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. “You’re self-taught, aren’t you, Lucy?” She looked around the table, all eyes upon her. " He was beginning to notice things, then? The doctor was pleased. " "He made you wear shoes and stockings?" "Always. “I came directly I was disengaged,” Anna answered. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head.
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