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“My dear boy,” she exclaimed. I am so much obliged to you for your projected benevolence. The morning of Monday the 16th of November 1724 at length dawned. “They have no plans for us. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. Norris, wringing her hands and wepping, the unfortunate lady was placed upon a couch. He had, for the most part, been correct. Every gibbet at Tyburn and Hounslow appeared to have been plundered of its charnel spoil to enrich the adjoining cabinet, so well was it stored with skulls and bones, all purporting to be the relics of highwaymen famous in their day. “Why should one pretend? “Think of all the beauty in the world that is covered up and overlaid. "I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to come that I had in mind. It was ten feet long, a relic. "Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains.
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