It makes me desire life beyond measure. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or I should stand but a poor chance. I have suffered him to be brought up decently—honestly; because I would make his fall the greater, and deepen the wound I meant to inflict upon his mother. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below.
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