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Wood. To prevent the recurrence of any such escape as that just described, it was deemed expedient, in more recent times, to keep a watchman at the top of Newgate. "What is he gone there for?" "With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a cunning smile. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. We were going at a mad pace. “Stop! Don’t put your face there. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. Norris.
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