Meanwhile, she was spirited away from John and bombarded by half-familiar people who attempted to chat with her above the roar of the crowd. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. "Give me the child, or—" As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. God must love me, for he has guided me here. How Jack Sheppard was brought back to Newgate 441 XXVIII. He waved a cordial goodbye.
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