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Without inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so readily. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. You are too kind.
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