"It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his
shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. Shortly Ruth and Spurlock took the way home. He was offered the Bowl, but he left it and smiled,
Crying, "Keep it till call'd for by JONATHAN WILD!
"The rascal one day,
"Will pass by this way,
"And drink a full measure to moisten his clay!
"And never will Bowl of Saint Giles have beguiled
"Such a thorough-paced scoundrel as JONATHAN WILD!"
V. 175
“Before you tell me the whole story,” she emphasized
the penultimate word, “just let me do something for you. He hated himself a little for it. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner
in all their encounters. It's a
thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. “There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless
I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct.
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