‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. "
Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the
room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good
supper;—to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of
beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. John, he was
between me and the door. 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.
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