ToC In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel, known as Black Mary's Hole. ‘I’ll make it, miss. “Been sitting on the doorstep almost for two hours. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement.
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