Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. Even an unlikely episode such as this could not be ignored. "My father!" she whispered. "Here's the full, true, and particular account of Jack Sheppard's last astonishing and never-to-be-forgotten escape from the Castle of Newgate," bawled the hawker, "with a print of him taken from the life, showing the manner, how he was shackled and handcuffed. “I’ll have to pay it. I will hold Hilary in check, never fear. Taber and no one comment upon it. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see me again. ‘What we have to find out is whether or not the wretched female is in fact Lord Charvill’s granddaughter. Ennison with my sister last night. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have.
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