Jack Sheppard: A Romance, Volume 1A historical romance and a Newgate novel based on the real life of the 18th-century criminal Jack Sheppard. |
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Abraham added alarm Aliva answered asked better Blueskin boat carpenter Charcam child countenance cried Jack cried Thames cried Wood Darrell's dear devil door Earl of MAR ejaculated escape exclaimed eyes father flash songs gentleman give glance hand head hear heard husband inquired instantly Jack Sheppard Jacobite Jona Jonathan Wild Kneebone knight Lady Trafford ladyship lantern laugh look Master Mohocks never observed pard Paul Groves perceive poor Quilt rejoined Thames rejoined Wood replied Jack replied Jonathan replied Sheppard replied Thames replied Wood returned Jack returned Jackson returned Jonathan returned Thames roundhouse Saint George Saint Giles's scarcely Sharples Shep shouted Sir Cecil Sir Rowland smile Smith soon stairs stood sure tell Terence Thames Darrell there's thought tion TOM SHEPPARD tone Trenchard turned Tyburn vociferated voice waterman What's whisper widow Winifred Winny Wood's woollen-draper word Wych Street Zounds
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Page 316 - as being graced with the best buildings in all Bloomsbury, and the best inhabited by the nobility and gentry, especially the north side, as having gardens behind the houses, and the prospect of the pleasant fields up to Hampstead and Highgate ; insomuch that this place, by physicians, is esteemed the most healthful of any in London.
Page 23 - Poor creature!" ejaculated Wood. "Do you call this frantic glee happiness ?" " It 's all the happiness I have known for years," returned the widow, becoming suddenly calm, " and it 's short-lived enough, as you perceive. I tell you what, Mr. Wood," added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly look, " gin may bring ruin ; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage exist, it will be drunk.
Page 154 - ... Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat : — faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity and enjoyment. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery of a Spanish picaroon in the laughing...
Page 18 - I do, bereft of all who ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the worthless and the wretched ; if you knew (and heaven grant that you may be spared the knowledge !) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him ; if you were told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot at once consent to a separation which I feel would break my heart.
Page 18 - Take time to consider of it," replied Wood sulkily " there's no hurry." " Don't be angry with me, sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, " pray, don't. I know I am undeserving of your bounty ; but if I were to tell you what hardships I have undergone — to what frightful extremities I have been reduced — and to what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty subsistence for this child's sake, — if you could feel what it is to stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who have ever loved...
Page 154 - The cheek-bones were prominent ; the nose slightly depressed, with rather wide nostrils ; the chin narrow, but well-formed ; the forehead broad and lofty ; and he possessed such an extraordinary flexibility of muscle in this region, that he could elevate his eye-brows at pleasure up to the very verge of his sleek and shining black hair, which, being closely cropped, to admit of his occasionally wearing a wig, gave a singular bullet-shape to his head. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one...
Page 22 - Gin is the poor man's friend — his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. It comforts him when he is most forlorn. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient. When I have traversed the streets a houseless wanderer, driven with curses from every door where I have solicited alms, and with blows from every gateway where I have sought shelter — when I have crept into some deserted building, and stretched my...
Page 212 - Jolly nose ! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary ; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry.
Page 213 - For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour ; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it— the fuller! Jolly nose! there are fools who say drink hurts the sight; Such dullards know nothing about it. 'Tis better, with wine, to extinguish the light, Than live always in darkness without it!