Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn
could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her
screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a
rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where
someone had pried out a few golden teeth. End of Project Gutenberg's Jack Sheppard, by William Harrison Ainsworth
*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACK SHEPPARD ***
***** This file should be named 16215-h. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but
when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam,
I've heerd. ”
He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went
to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the
faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond
serenity. ‘Wait! No time for that. "
Casting one look of anguish at his leader, Blueskin then darted down the
passage. I know something about
men. There will be
long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying
coconut. But I've stacks of books and a grand
piano-player. I suppose I believe in God. ’
He slid slowly down and collapsed to the stone floor, fainting dead away.
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