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. Gerald hoped he had covered
all options and had resisted the temptation to pay mademoiselle a visit. One small wing lay at the north of the
gate, where Giltspur Street Compter now stands; and the Press Yard, which was
detached from the main building, was situated at the back of Phoenix Court. She was nestled
under his bedspread. ‘What can I do, miss?’
‘Nothing at all,’ cried Melusine. It was clear she wanted to get away
from home, that she was impatient to get away from home.
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