Without inquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it may be sufficient to state, that Black Mary was a person in whom Jack Sheppard thought he could confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapable of much further exertion, he determined to leave her in the old woman's care till the following night, while he shifted for himself and fulfilled his design—for, however rash or hazardous a project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it,—of visiting Jonathan Wild at his house in the Old Bailey. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. On his appearance, Jack levelled a pistol at his head. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. Her elbows were ready. ’ Hilary eyed him. She always left the table when they began to smoke. " "Humph!" exclaimed Wild. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness.
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