Jack Sheppard: A Romance, Vol. 3 (of 3)

my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. I have sinned deeply; but

eft an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a fri

oceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-d

a rough voice from below,

rd returned

harshly; "something to your advantage; so come out o' your hiding-pla

widow rema

live, a flask of excellent canary. You're in luck to-night, widow. Here's your health in a bumper, and wishing you a better husband than your first. It'll be your own fault if you don't soon get another and a proper yo

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owl of Ale, thereo

this life.-Strype

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a sea of good liquor all fear!For nothing the transit to Tyb

nd SWIFTNECK, both p

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d SHORTER, and W

JOYCE drank his

ng blithely his dolorous psalmsAnd nothing the transit to Tyb

e a pull at the bottle. "And now, widow," he continued, "at

TOM SHEPPARD to

the Crown-stop a

e Bowl, but he le

till call'd for

asure to moisten his clay!"And never will Bowl of Saint Giles h

be my lot to ride

the Crown I wil

landlord-I'll ca

draught to the

ts when brought to the crap!For nothing the transit to Tyb

mpt her out? Widow Sheppard, I say," he added, rising, "don't be afraid. It's only a gentleman co

d hearing footsteps on the stairs. Her first impulse was to fly to the window; and she was about to pass through it, at the risk of sharing the fate of the unfortunate lady, when her arm was grasped by some one in the act of ascending the la

ruffian, with an exulting laugh: "I

"pray let me go. You hurt the child.

on't stop its squalling, I will. I hate children. And, if

s to put his threat into execution, Mrs. Sheppard did not dare to return any answer; bu

dle, and applying his lips to the bottle neck as he flung his

l be news to m

pting to throw a gallant expressi

though she understood his meaning to

'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced. Don't shake so. What I said about your brat was all stuff. I didn't mean it. It's my way when I'm ruffled. I shall

d Mrs. Sheppard;

g to his feet. "Do you mean to say that if I suppo

ave me," replied the widow

uffian, with a contemptuo

d the poor woman; "there's some

r a moment, had looked round distrustfully, conclu

d has already brought me good luck, and may bring me still more if his edication's attended to. This purse," he added, chinking it in the air, "and this ring, were give

a slight noise

glancing uneasily towards the window. "

widow, endeavouring to alarm him.

ce of the earth than Jonathan Wild. If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd k

emence that shook even the hardened wretc

t you to?" asked Bl

," returned the widow

sband. Just speak the word," he added, drawing the knife significantly across his throat, "and I'll put it out of his power to do the same by your second. But d-n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. Look at this ring

imed Mrs. Sheppard, hast

renchard. How came you to know it

ied Mrs. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but

t it pass. The ring's yours, and you'

and from his grasp, and exerted a

id," roared Blu

to escape, and holding the infant at arm's l

e strife, added its feeble c

" thundered Blueskin, "or

cried Mrs

nd held her fast. The chamber rang with her shrieks. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with

sailant, looked up, she perceived Jonathan Wild kneeling beside the body of Blues

vives the accident-as the blood, who styles himself Sir Cecil, fancies she may do-this ring will m

alive?" asked Mrs.

to his vest, and taking up a heavy horseman's pistol with wh

ve?" repeat

you?" demanded J

Mrs. Sheppard. "But pray tell

not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers-ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks

ied Mrs. Sheppard; "m

ed you and your brat before I'd have lifted a finger to prevent him, if it hadn't suited my purposes to do s

ended you?" inq

t the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,-Wood,

and for that wicked deed you will one

our child thither," retorted J

rs. Sheppard, para

" continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll han

hrieked t

vociferated Jonathan, who s

ng beyond endurance by his taunts; "or

nd welcome,"

But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her

he cried, with the fervour almost of inspira

ed Jonathan, turning c

m, the poor widow fell wit