Ireton," observed the chief turnkey of Westminster Gatehouse, as he helped himself to his third glass of punch; "but I never saw one like Jack Sheppard. She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. ” For a moment she was grave. “My friends,” she said, “my dear friends, I am going to make the same answer to all of you—and that is perhaps you will say no answer at all. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. "But, however, it may turn out, I disown you. He stood up abruptly and went to the window.
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