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"But, if you are discovered,
answer no questions, as you value your life. Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. From what she could tell, he truly had
convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she
knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as
she knew John’s would. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain
unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. He looked like a French
boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his
death in one of the battles they would later call the
Hundred Years War. . Without
inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to
state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could
confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he
determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he
shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a
project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting
Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of
ale.
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