It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. Without inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. The telegram dispatched, his obligation cancelled, Ah Cum proceeded homeward, chuckling occasionally. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. He returned the locket without comment. Nor my grandfathers both. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation.
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