As to Jack Sheppard, he
appeared utterly reckless and insensible, and did nothing but whistle and sing the
whole way. "I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William
Morgan. She seized the
key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the
handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in
our heads to talk to each other. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a
bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such
places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had
been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in
a few minutes at his destination. She could manage
the major. "Ho, no," replied Jack.
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