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We’ll find a way to survive. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. "This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child. Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he knew, the deeper grew his chagrin. At last I tried a dramatic agent, and got on the music hall stage. “Then assuredly!” said Manning. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand.
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