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" "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. The Procession to Tyburn. ’ She looked up again and smiled sweetly. " The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. And while her son was reconveyed to prison the body of the unfortunate Mrs. Well, let him be honest. There was a hint of tears in her voice. McClintock liked it. Kneebone, respecting the lawless career of Jack Sheppard, and struck with the probable fate that awaited him, the young man, as he contemplated this scene, fell into a gloomy reverie.
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