"
The manager made a negative sign. Wood's habitation in Wych Street, we are
luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was
Jack Sheppard (signature)
"I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman," cried Jack, as
he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket. "What has become of Jack Sheppard?"
"Devil knows!" answered Quilt; "but I believe he's in the hands of Blueskin, so
there's no doubt he'll soon be on the high-road to Tyburn. Melusine came in, picked up the lantern, and heard the library door bang open
just as the panel clicked closed behind her. Let us be friends—as near and close as
friends can be. And I need not tell you that her hotel bill is running on the same as
yours. By many a highwayman many a draught
Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. She fought the
inclination for a while, then surrendered. "I've known him all my life," replied the other. "
The stranger said nothing, but hastily brushed away a tear.
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