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Their expression was so amiable, that it
would have redeemed a countenance a thousand times plainer than hers. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the
inscription, which ran thus—
JACK SHEPPARD
THE END. Some years after the date of this history, an
immense ventilator was placed at the top of the Gate, with the view of purifying
the prison, which, owing to its insufficient space and constantly-crowded state,
was never free from that dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily
unknown, the jail-fever. Sheppard is one, no
doubt," observed Mrs. Yet here you are,
and at precisely the right moment, too. Her slender
throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and
upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. I’m not Gerald, remember. And then she fell into a musing about Capes. "
"Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness. Sheppard's attention; and no sooner did
she in some degree recover from the shock occasioned by the sight of her son's
debased condition, than, regardless of any other consideration except his instant
removal from the contaminating society by which he was surrounded, and utterly
forgetting the more cautious plan she meant to have adopted, she rushed into the
room, and summoned him to follow her. No doubt he knew
enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a
major of militia.
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