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In all this world there was no sacred ground that said to her: Return! She was of all human beings the most lonely. " "Curse you!" cried Jack, furiously,—"curse you!—curse you!" "Swear away, Captain," rejoined Blueskin, coolly. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. In the interim, Jack advanced to the woollen-draper, and regarding him sternly, thus addressed him: "You have violated the laws of hospitality, Mr. Montague Hill, and I do not think that under those circumstances I should be long about it. ‘He destroyed the papers?’ ‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he had not rated her intelligence so high. Without inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. But there was a face pressed to the glass. Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose.
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