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"What has become of Jack Sheppard?"
"Devil knows!" answered Quilt; "but I believe he's in the hands of Blueskin, so
there's no doubt he'll soon be on the high-road to Tyburn. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. The satisfaction of cheating Death again. Meantime, O'Higgins wended his way to the Victoria, mulling over this and that
phase, all matters little and big that bore upon the chase. In any
case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main
quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. Tol-de-rol!"
As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames sprang
through the aperture. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. "
"'The thief cometh in the night, and the troop of robbers spoileth without,'" said
Wood, who had a text for every emergency. "Perhaps. This also struck her as odd. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and
cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable
resemblance to her. ’
As if to bear her out, the door opened at this precise moment to admit Saling,
who barely announced Captain Roding before the man himself strode into the
room.
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