‘It is all too probable that she would wish to change
into lay clothing to escape recognition. How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy
face from me?
She came upon the Song of Songs—which had been pasted down in the
Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned
some verse of tender lyric beauty. "His disguise was capital; but I detected it
in a moment. Were I not
Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. ”
She paused again. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. Kneebone's special consumption, she added a few
impromptu dishes, tossed off in her best style; such as lamb chops, broiled
kidneys, fried ham and eggs, and toasted cheese.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3LjY2LjE0MiAtIDI5LTA2LTIwMjQgMDg6NTk6NTMgLSA5ODMyODkwNTk=
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 24-06-2024 16:52:22