"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. Thus died Jack Sheppard. ‘You are the one that I have met in London. "It's you, Jack, who are persuading my brother to do wrong. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit.
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