ToC
In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had
escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of
Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the
direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel,
known as Black Mary's Hole. “Some day you will be
my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these
unhappy days you and I were separated. "There is Dollis Hill," said the man, pointing to a well-wooded eminence about a
mile distant, "and there," he added, indicating the roof of a house just visible
above a grove of trees "is Mr. I knew it. He deserves none. Then you
may have a bit of a chance.
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