"Recollect you are in my power. “I meant it. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. “Where should we go?” Knowing that they would be dogged wherever they went, she volunteered, “Let’s go to the Big Apple. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned.
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