"Mrs. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. While Thames modestly expressed a hope that he might not belie the carpenter's favourable prediction, Jack Sheppard thought fit to mount a small ladder placed against the wall, and, springing with the agility of an ape upon a sort of frame, contrived to sustain short spars and blocks of timber, began to search about for a piece of wood required in the work on which he was engaged. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. Wood!—no," replied the turnkey. We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas this blessed day. Wood,—the person whom you may remember adopted him,—at Dollis Hill, near Willesden; and it's a singular but fortunate circumstance, so far as we are concerned, that Mrs.
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