Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart
fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links
in their hands. "
"Indeed!—who is it?"
"Jack Sheppard. It was a
purse. “Why—it’s—it’s you!”
Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit,
at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in
arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care,
with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her
safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary
readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. She was
fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. Why not?
Quite willing. "Thanks to you," said the doctor.
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