There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. The noise was raucous. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide. “You must not think of me as one. " So saying, she retired, and Jack entered the cell. The world, perhaps, will be educated out of its idea of fixed standards. Turning quickly round, in the hope of discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack Sheppard in custody.
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