In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a
bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such
places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had
been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in
a few minutes at his destination. "I could almost forgive the wretch
the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that,"
he added, a little confused. Perhaps that is why I
lost my ambition. Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. ”
“Then I am sure,” Sir John declared, “that I shall not ask you. Wood, popping her head
through the window. “You’re Glorious!” said Miss Miniver in tones of rapture, holding a hand in each
of hers and peering up into Ann Veronica’s face.
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