"
Sheppard cordially returned the pressure; and, cautioning Thames, "not to let the
ruffles drop, or they might tell a tale," began to warble the following fragment of
a robber melody:—
"Oh! give me a chisel, a knife, or a file,
And the dubsmen shall find that I'll do it in style!
Tol-de-rol!"
"Vot the devil are you about, noisy?" inquired Abraham. Wood was so much exhausted that he was
obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours
overpowered by grief. Still he looked hale and hearty,
and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. Gosse sneered. "Joan! Joan!" vociferated he, "open the door, for God's sake, or I shall be
murdered, and so will your babby! Open the door quickly, I say. “We have no airs and graces here,
and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. Sheppard is one, no
doubt," observed Mrs. 1. The last Meeting between Jack Sheppard and his Mother 419
XXIV. ’
‘How could he when he didn’t even handle it himself? Went off, I told you,
and left it all to me. It’s a lake among precipices,
and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant
table that looks upon the lake. Wood's house
at Dollis Hill on Tuesday'—that's two days ago,—'hasn't been heard of since. She came into the room. Then the distant relationship to Miss Stanley gave them a slight but pleasant
sense of proprietorship in the girl.
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