’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. “Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. “You have forgotten. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END.
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