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I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember. If you hang Jack Sheppard, you'll cut off the flower o' the purfession. Casting a hasty glance at the old and ruinous prison belonging to the liberty of the Bishop of Winchester (whose palace formerly adjoined the river), called the Clink, which gave its name to the street, along which he walked: and noticing, with some uneasiness, the melancholy manner in which the wind whistled through its barred casements, the carpenter followed his companion down an opening to the right, and presently arrived at the water-side. Wood, bursting into tears, "God bless you!" Jack extended his hand towards him, and looked anxiously for Thames; but he was nowhere to be seen. He smiled inwardly. ’ Then she ran swiftly out of the library, calling out as her cavalier was almost at the front door. Now she knew why the soldiers had not caught him. Don't be afraid.
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