Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his word. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. ” He stood before the door. A sinister thought edged in. Remember that he’s not at all a bad sort, and to speak frankly, he’s your salvation. " Jack Sheppard again sought his pistol, and was only withheld from levelling it at the thief-taker's head, by the hope that he might gather some further information respecting his mother. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. F.
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