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"I was at Tyburn. Some one may observe us. Though a few months younger than his companion Jack Sheppard, he was half a head taller, and much more robustly formed. Into the second, denominated the Bilbowes,—also a dismal place,—refractory prisoners were thrust, and placed in a kind of stocks, whence the name. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. But she felt his lax figure become rigid. Vorsack echoed him.
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