She chuckled. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. At this juncture, the sound of oars reached his ears, and he perceived Mr. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of his countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his threats to a more favourable opportunity. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look.
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