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Of course, it was ridiculous, this inclination to assist the fugitive, based as it was upon an intangible university idea. “I don’t see why not,” he answered. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. ToC In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel, known as Black Mary's Hole. " So saying, he raised a whistle to his lips, and blew a loud call; and, as this was unanswered, another still louder. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. ’ ‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back. "He says he don't understand flash," replied the lady in gentleman's attire.
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