‘What a fate he finds for me. Day before, send round to each to borrow a shirt. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. Only you good ones— shirk. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him.
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