“Damn”. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. And I get myself dirty. Her efforts were vain. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer.
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