I’m ashamed
to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my
own lost babe. Place a pistol at my
ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. I will marry you when Sir John gets his divorce, and I will do
all I can to keep you out of harm. Was it VERY horrible? I tried to get into the police-court, but the crowd
was ever so much too big, push as I would. But I
am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better
said. 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. ‘Not kill me, I mean. ”
He stepped back as though he had received a blow.
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