On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind.
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