She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. "A hundred guineas if you hang Jack Sheppard. 260 “Can you turn me into one?” “Yes, I can turn you into one tonight. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. The world had grown dark and wide, and she was very small. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. It is useless to trace out her miserable career; though I can easily do so if you require it.
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