The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily
built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. But
never mind that. For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's
unhappy world. "
"Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. ‘Seems to me, missie, as you’re as dangerous a female
as I’m like to see. "The poor young man!" she said. As it was, the
mob went on alternately hooting and huzzaing as the names of Wild and
Sheppard were pronounced, while some individuals, bolder than the rest, thrust
their faces into the coach-window, and assured Jack that he should never be
taken to Tyburn. We were fellow
passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue
d’Entrepot. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months.
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