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“Please forgive me. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. An influence of this description appeared to be exerted on the present occasion. She felt she was now near her boy, and, nothing doubting her ability to rescue him from his perilous situation, she breathed a fervent prayer for his deliverance; and bending her steps towards the tavern in question, revolved within her mind as she walked along the best means of accomplishing her purpose. The spinsters had purchased one grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. She felt that she was not alone.
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