A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. She reached for the door handle. But it was now too late to turn back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured after his conductor. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. To compare me to a starving pig. She had no place she loved. ToC In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel, known as Black Mary's Hole. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door.
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