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"Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. Madame shrugged. When gallant TOM SHEPPARD to Tyburn was led,— "Stop the cart at the Crown—stop a moment," he said. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and became— what I am. Next instant, Gerald felt his wrist seized in an iron grip. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness.
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