One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of
cities, reasserts itself. I've been thinking about it ever since morning. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced,
and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. It was really most vivid, most vivid! You seemed to be slipping and
just going to tumble and holding on. . ‘All these soldiers,’ she complained, adding with a sweep of one arm at the
major’s dress, ‘all of them in red as you. ToC
Jack Sheppard's escape from Newgate on the night of the 15th of October was
not discovered till the following morning; for although the intelligence was
brought by several parties to the Lodge in the course of the night, Austin, who
was the officer in attendance, paid no attention to them. Nevertheless Sydney, clumsily, but earnestly, had
something to say about it. Her husband was prouder of her every day. "
"Do not go with him, Jack!" shrieked his mother. "
"Very well, Sir," replied Sheppard. "You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. He did not move.
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