On Thursday, the 12th of November, after having endured nearly a month's imprisonment, Jack Sheppard was conveyed from Newgate to Westminster Hall. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. Oh, John. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. ’ Mrs Sindlesham shook with laughter.
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