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"It's Jonathan Wild come back with a troop of constables at his heels, to search the house," rejoined Mrs. Wood, in equal trepidation. "We shall all be murdered. Oh! that Mr. Kneebone were here to protect me!" "If it is Jonathan," rejoined Wood, "it is very well for Mr. Kneebone he's not here. He'd have enough to do to protect himself, without attending to you.
"Why it is astonishing, certainly," remarked Kneebone, "to find any woman constant especially to a girlish attachment; but such is the case. She has had offers innumerable; for where wealth and beauty are combined, as in her instance, suitors are seldom wanting. But she was not to be tempted." "She is a matchless creature!" exclaimed the young man.
"Now your curiosity's satisfied, child," continued Kneebone, "perhaps, you'll attend to my orders." Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good supper; to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry.
"How are you off there, Shoplatch?" inquired Kneebone. "Rather cramped, eh?" "Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position. "I shall be able to stretch my limbs presently ha! ha!" "Hush!" cried Kneebone, "I hear a noise without. He's coming." The caution was scarcely uttered, when the door opened, and Jack Sheppard presented himself.
And so, the invasion really is to take place after all; and the Chevalier de Saint George is to land at the Tower with fifty thousand Frenchmen; and the Hanoverian usurper's to be beheaded; and Doctor Sacheverel's to be made a bishop, and we're all to be eh?" "All in good time," returned Kneebone, putting his finger to his lips; "don't let your imagination run away with you, my charmer.
"I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. "Mr. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself." "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain." "My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter.
"Bring him along, Joe!" said Jackson, in a whisper to his comrade. Smith obeyed. But he had scarcely advanced a step, when he was felled to the ground by a blow from the powerful arm of Kneebone, who, instantly possessing himself of a pistol, levelled it at Jackson's head. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried. "Mr.
"What should I retract, villain?" cried the woollen-draper, who at the sound of Jack's voice had regained his confidence. "To the best of my belief, Thames Darrell has been murdered by you." "A lie!" exclaimed Jack in a terrible tone. And before Kneebone could draw his sword, he felled him to the ground with the iron bar. "You have killed him," cried Winifred in alarm.
One group at the door attracted Jack's attention, inasmuch as it was composed of several of his old acquaintances Mr. Kneebone, Van Galgebrok, and Baptist Kettleby all of whom greeted him cordially. Besides these, there was a sturdy-looking fellow, whom he instantly recognised as the honest blacksmith who had freed him from his irons at Tottenham. "I am here, you see," said the smith.
Maggot: "I'm tired of you, and will go back to my old lover, Jack Sheppard. He's worth a dozen of you. Or, if this good-looking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him." "You may go, and welcome, Madam!" rejoined Kneebone, spitefully.
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