" "Never mind it, my dear Mrs. ” He writhed. I make no apology for not being with you now. At second hand it would be unendurable. Next to the executioner stood his wife—the former Mrs. “Which is Mr. "Don't you perceive, my dear Mrs. Warding off the blows as well as he could with the bar, Jack struck both the horses on the head, and the animals plunged so violently, that they not only prevented their riders from assailing him, but also kept off the hostlers; and, in the confusion that ensued, Jack managed to spring over the fence, and shaped his course across the field in the direction of Sir John Oldcastle's. "Now Sir," he added, glancing suspiciously at the applicant "your business?" "My business is to acquaint you that Jack Sheppard has escaped, Mr.
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