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. ‘Poor Mary had no idea about the elopement Nicholas had undertaken,’ she
told Gerald. And who is the man you are not allowed to marry? Valade,
perhaps?’
‘Dieu du ciel,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up. \" He said, as he threw his trash into the
can on the way out. He looked at his port wine as though
that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. It was also cold, and dark,
for there had been no time to light the lantern. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other
suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her
cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her
eyes, nor thinned her raven hair.
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