It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year. "And so, you really suspected me?" murmured Mrs. Wood's. The Chapel was situated in the south-east angle of the jail; the ordinary at the time of this history being the Reverend Thomas Purney; the deputy chaplain, Mr. I wonder if he really wants me to go home. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. That for the men lay near the Lodge, with which it was connected by a dark passage. I overheard Jonathan Wild's instructions to Quilt Arnold, and though he spoke in slang, and in an under tone, my quick ears, and acquaintance with the thieves' lingo, enabled me to make out every word he uttered.
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