’ It was the Press who
forced the identity upon me. Don't be afraid. Her two sticks were bare and
brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Without
inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to
state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could
confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he
determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he
shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a
project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting
Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey.
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