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Hopefully. 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. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. " "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch.
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