"Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. If Jack Sheppard could behold his
mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one
than even the hangman could read him. It was so hopeless to put it to them. The night his execution was therefore passed in a most anxious state of mind;
nor was his uneasiness allayed by the appearance of Jonathan Wild, who, after
he had been driven from the roof of the jail, repaired to the Middle Stone Ward
in a fit of ungovernable passion, to vent his rage upon the prisoner, whom he
looked upon as the cause of the present calamity. But I’m going to-day. I'll send you word
when I catch him. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace
accelerate. "
Jack Sheppard again sought his pistol, and was only withheld from levelling it at
the thief-taker's head, by the hope that he might gather some further information
respecting his mother.
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