How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral
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XXVII. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon
the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. I have always had a secret crush on him,
to be honest with you. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his
wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking
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about his intimacies with you! Then you became
pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like
the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your
womb pronounced. How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral. “Why should it matter?” he said. Jack's friends were allowed to visit him,; but as he had openly avowed
his intention of attempting an escape, their proceedings were narrowly watched. ‘And it is not only a question
of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. Kneebone in a conciliatory tone. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand,
dear. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. She should leave sooner, but she just could not bear
missing the event. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. I’ll do it.
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