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How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. I mean I’m not a good specimen of a woman. Their conversation became stilted. “No reason. " "Devilish hard! I'm not allowed a chance," grumbled Austin, as he was left alone. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin.
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