" "No," thundered Wild. At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. Jack had thus been six hours in accomplishing his arduous task. "A hundred guineas if you hang Jack Sheppard. She was clear there were no other minds like them in all the world. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk.
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