"At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed. "We must keep still. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. It’s on the horse. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. It appears that he was an unsuccessful admirer of the lady in question, and he admits that, under the influence of drink, he broke into her rooms, and there made a determined attempt at suicide. . The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. " "Indeed!—who is it?" "Jack Sheppard. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. Stones and brickbats were showered on all sides, and Mr. Hogarth," remarked Jack, dejectedly.
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