ToC
In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had
escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of
Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the
direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel,
known as Black Mary's Hole. He began to talk again in quick undertones that she could not clearly hear. "
"I should like to hear all particulars of the affair," said Jackson, "if it wouldn't be
troubling you too much. But I was portentous, I can assure you. Forthwith he presented his card. "There's nothing in his
clothes. "Did you write it?"
"No. It won’t even know whether to be scandalized at us or
forgiving. His business
has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all,
he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it,
too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the
number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. To have the
present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far
lonelier than she had ever been. “What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier’s flat to-night? You were looking
at her windows. "Hist!" exclaimed Jack.
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