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She understood. I want to be
myself. Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. To-morrow night
—or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure
him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and,
then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had
previously cost him more than two hours to force his way. Regardless of the risk he incurred from some heavy stone dropping on his head
or feet,—regardless also of the noise made by the falling rubbish, and of the
imminent danger which he consequently ran of being interrupted by some of the
jailers, should the sound reach their ears, he continued to pull down large masses
of the wall, which he flung upon the floor of the cell. “Yes?” he said.
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