"Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. "Why, Jack Sheppard, the notorious house-breaker,—him as has robbed half Lunnun, to be sure. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him.
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