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\"Okay, all right, no better time than the present. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. "Here's the full, true, and particular account of Jack Sheppard's last astonishing and never-to-be-forgotten escape from the Castle of Newgate," bawled the hawker, "with a print of him taken from the life, showing the manner, how he was shackled and handcuffed. Unlocking it, he entered the chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance. Sheppard looked round, and exchanged kindly glances with several of those who addressed him. "I half suspect this is a highwayman," thought the Jew; "he's so ready with his cash. " "What do you think of my sketch, Jack?" said Hogarth, handing him the drawing. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. I'm ready to bear it all. But the great point was still unaccomplished. To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a thinly disguised bodice ripper where an “empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical romance novel. “Let us go to that little place at the back of the Palace. ’ There was a chuckle in his voice.
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