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"I am," replied Jonathan, following him, "and so," he added in an undertone, "are your captors. " "Then, most probably, it was the widow Sheppard," answered Blueskin, sulkily. ‘We were wondering about that. 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. As pretty as its owner.
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