"It is Jack Sheppard, the noted housebreaker," cried Jonathan, at the top of his sonorous voice. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. He was pretty successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. Her thick body was heavy and massive.
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