Mrs. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. His little doll. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. Neither you nor your mother shall escape me. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one than even the hangman could read him.
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