That was what she was trying to make him understand. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. She had no place she loved. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures. His revelry, however, was put an end at the expiration of the time mentioned by Jonathan, by the entrance of a posse of constables with Quilt Arnold and Abraham Mendez at their head. Pause. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END.
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