The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in
Southwark. "Jack Sheppard had a visitor, I understand, yesterday, and may
make an attempt to escape. Can you
imagine how dreadful it must be for them? Most of them arrive here almost
penniless. “But about last night. ‘Did it indeed?’
‘I should think he’s guessed, don’t you?’
‘Without any doubt at all. “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk. "
With this praiseworthy determination, he was hastening down stairs, with the
utmost rapidity, when he encountered a female, whom he took, in the darkness,
to be Mrs. Opening the door he then stepped into a dark narrow passage leading, as he was
well aware, to the chapel. She seemed honestly glad to see him.
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