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It’s no good. It is I who took the burden of
your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. She no more realizes
what she has done than a child of eight. 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. ’
‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand
and digging it into her sleeve. His heart was beating, but faintly and
slowly, with ominous intermissions. "Mother, I come to you. “Young lady! Are you sure you’re of legal age to be
smoking those cigarettes?”
“No, I’m not of legal age.
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