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"His name, I say!—his name!" thundered the knight. Mr. Then instinct took over. You've caught the colour and the life. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. It is putting all my dreams out of joint. " So saying, he descended a short spiral staircase, and, entering a long stone gallery, from which several other passages branched, took one of them, and after various turnings—for he was familiar with all the intricacies of the prison— arrived at the cell of which he was in search. It was the bitterest moment of her life. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END.
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