It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. She seemed to grow more beautiful to him and not the opposite. CHAPTER XVIII. There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. Once a thriving town before the Pestilence, most of the buildings and the piers had been destroyed or burned. "He comes!" cried a thousand voices, and the shout ascended to Smithfield, descended to Snow Hill, and told those who were assembled on Holborn Hill that Sheppard had left the prison. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date.
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