Do you know this, Sir?" he added, taking a key from his pocket. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined. "It was some time before I could get him to move. A door in this house opened upon the yard. I've destroyed my only chance. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity and enjoyment. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. "I might return the question. She is in Wild's power.
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