Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. “Well, because I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t. From then on he was Ruth's dog. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. It was dangerous for her to dare approaching him and she knew the tremendous risk she was taking, but a part of her demanded that he be found. He said the place had gone to wrack.
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