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With your foodle doo!
"Thames Darrell has my heart alone,
A noble youth, e'en you must own;
And, if from him my love could stir,
Jack Sheppard I should much prefer!"
With his foodle doo!
"Do you refuse my toast?" cried Jack, impatiently. The moment he was out in the hall, Ruth sat up
hugging and rocking her body in delight. More strange stories were told of
it than of any other house in London. “This ain’t no place for
you. ’
‘Ah, you know about that, then?’
‘That much, yes. "So I perceive," replied Jack. My work will be
all sufficient. For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. Her recent attitude
towards him was undoubtedly a pose. Were I not
Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard.
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