Light flooded the place. ” He handed her the phone reluctantly, barely masking his mild disgust. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. You don’t deserve it, but he does. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes.
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