ToC After escaping from the turner's house, Jack Sheppard skirted St. . He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. ‘Don’t rightly know how you make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all.
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