"It's a great world," was the manager's greeting. I am a man—of a sort of experience. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. "Heaven grant I may not be too late!" Followed by Jack Sheppard, who kept sufficiently near him to watch his proceedings, and yet not expose himself, Quilt unlocked one or two doors which he left open, and after winding his way along a gloomy passage, arrived at the door of a vault.
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