And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's face; neither was there speech on his tongue. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. His apparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn by persons of the highest distinction. " "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough.
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