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Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators. Section 1. That he’s come here at all shows he’ll stop at nothing. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it. Jack Sheppard is the talk and terror of the whole town.
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