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. “It seems so unfair,” she said, “to take all you offer me and give so little in return. Like appendicitis. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. In a moment his grasp grew weaker. "Not my king's," returned Wood. "Now your curiosity's satisfied, child," continued Kneebone, "perhaps, you'll attend to my orders.
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