On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. ‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. Funk! I’ll see it out. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt.
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