His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. She regarded the young man coldly. " "There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. Which is why I wasn’t able to see him until today. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. It was grated and crested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking it a needless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then climbed over it. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer.
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