"Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. "Jack," continued Thames, addressing Sheppard, who had only just recovered from the blow, and regained his feet, "I don't ask how you came here, nor do I blame your rashness in doing so. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. The only circumstance which served to awaken a darker feeling in his breast was, that his implacable foe Jonathan Wild had survived the wound inflicted by Blueskin, and was slowly recovering. " "How soon do you expect Mishter Vudd?" inquired the janizary, tauntingly. Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with a hundred others, incited by the reward, will be upon my track. Vite, I pray you.
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