He hated himself a little for it. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. On Sunday, he was conveyed to the chapel, through which he had passed on the occasion of his great escape, and once more took his seat in the Condemned Pew. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. "I don't know. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. .
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