So this was
what it was all about. He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing
her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts
and clutching her buttocks. But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. Die game. That boy was the carpenter's apprentice, Jack Sheppard. "By all means," returned Wood; "don't delay an instant. . I chose you
for your strength, your cunning, your intelligence, your
great beauty. And then she would find work. Her mind turned to her own future, the
endless trickle of years. ToC
Tyburn was now at hand.
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