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"What ho! Blueskin!" shouted Jack. When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and
Alice had cried. Darting forward at this sound, Jack threw open the door, and beheld Quilt
kneeling over Thames, who'se hands and feet were bound with cords, and about
to plunge his sword into his breast. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. Cut it as short as you can. ‘I find you excessively rude, both of you,’
said the lady crossly. Fortunately, ever since Wild's late murderous
attack, the household has all been well armed. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?”
She rose to her feet. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of
the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. "Now Sir," he added, glancing
suspiciously at the applicant "your business?"
"My business is to acquaint you that Jack Sheppard has escaped, Mr.
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