So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. "Out of a family album, you said," Angelina reminded her sister. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off.
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