I’m going to tell you things plainly. ToC
In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had
escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of
Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the
direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel,
known as Black Mary's Hole. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. ‘And what the devil do you mean by demanding that I wait on you here? D’you
think I haven’t enough to do handling that caper-witted female’s affairs, without
dancing attendance on you?’
‘Don’t be cross,’ begged Lucilla, much to Melusine’s disgust. Sheppard, paralysed by the threat.
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