What befell Jack Sheppard in the Turner's House. ” “Wonderful! You can teach my son. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. Turning quickly round, in the hope of discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack Sheppard in custody. “I looked for you on the way home from The Big Apple, where were you?” Lucy smiled.
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