"Here's the full, true, and particular account of Jack Sheppard's last astonishing
and never-to-be-forgotten escape from the Castle of Newgate," bawled the
hawker, "with a print of him taken from the life, showing the manner, how he
was shackled and handcuffed. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper
folded round his throat. He’s dead. ’
You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had
unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own
petticoats. . Degree! degree!
She smiled on a gallant of high degree. “Thank you. It was
drafty and cold most of the time, but she found that she
was not nearly as sensitive to the cold as long as he was
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there to warm her up. ’
‘Oh, that,’ Gerald said cautiously.
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