Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. I can be a gentleman. “You yourself have decided that—apart from the question of Annabel. She’s obsessed with him, you know, totally obsessed. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted him to Westminster. I am sure I never enjoyed so much popularity in my life. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him, not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily had to share it with him.
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