” For a moment she was grave. “I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, he shaped his course towards the west end of the town. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days.
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