How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted
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XVII. "Is this Jack Sheppard? Oh, la! I'm undone!
We shall all have our throats cut! Oh! oh!" And she rushed, screaming, into the
passage where she fell down in a fit. The night his execution was therefore passed in a most anxious state of mind;
nor was his uneasiness allayed by the appearance of Jonathan Wild, who, after
he had been driven from the roof of the jail, repaired to the Middle Stone Ward
in a fit of ungovernable passion, to vent his rage upon the prisoner, whom he
looked upon as the cause of the present calamity. . Austin, or any
man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. "Since the sea has spared
him, I will spare him. ToC
Jonathan Wild, meanwhile, had quitted the house.
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