Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call out "Mother!" "Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. ' Jack Sheppard's library consisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from the tremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime —the Ordinaries of Newgate. \" he replied, though it was obvious that he was lying. He was in a curious state of desperation. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. I came to see you on my own account. . "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. ’ The fury welled. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. She recovered herself, however, with amazing facility. Then I came to London and tried almost everything—all failures.
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