How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted
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XVII. I expect Mr. ” He replied. He’s a
prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. When they got to the door, Jack opened it, and, mimicking the voice of the jailer,
shouted, "Now, my lads, all's ready?"
"Here we are," cried the chairmen, hurrying out of the court with their swinging
vehicle, "where is he?"
"Here," replied Sheppard, dragging out Shotbolt by the collar, while Blueskin
pushed him behind, and Mrs. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll
ferret him out. Give him this letter,
child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. All the influences about her worked with her own predisposition and
against all the traditions of her home and upbringing to deal with the facts of life
in an unabashed manner.
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