Sheppard. ‘It is pretty. You are my wife, and I am determined to claim you. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. Here Jack Sheppard was unable to repress an exclamation of astonishment. Wild allowed you to have your fine clothes again, or you might have been taken in a still more disgraceful garb. "So has the butterfly evil thoughts. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. "Weigh anchor, Van!" he shouted to the skipper, "and consult your despatches. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. The troops had kept a large space clear around the gallows.
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