On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. Turning quickly round, in the hope of discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack Sheppard in custody. "Speak plainly. Wood; "that's the surest way!" "No! no! give it me!" vociferated Wood, snatching the pistol, and rushing to the door, against which he placed his back. I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. “Who killed her husband?” “Go and nurse him, missus!” “Murderess!” Anna looked from left to right. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a smile, "that I am half inclined to dance.
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