’ Jack blinked at her. ” It was certain that he was not there. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. “How old are you?\" He looked at her engagingly. . From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle, followed by a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld the impudent countenance of Jack Sheppard immediately before him. ’ ‘What young lady?’ demanded a voice from the back of the hall.
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