” The audience clapped when cued by Brown, not sure of what to do. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. Jack Sheppard is a match for Jonathan Wild, any day. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept up. ’ Her breath tightened and she was obliged to control an inner ferocity.
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