Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. . But for him she might have been alive and happy. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. The meat was coarse and disagreeably served. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers.
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