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“I’d never have a day of peace again, John. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. Her husband sat in a chair beside her
bed, his head in his hands. It may be
treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness,
and that is sufficient. This was just what he
needed. ” Michelle fired back merrily. Wood's habitation in Wych Street, we are
luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was
Jack Sheppard (signature)
"I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman," cried Jack, as
he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket. Why, is the
question I would like answered.
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