And, then, forsooth, she must needs prevent your hanging Jack Sheppard after the robbery in Wych Street, when you might have done so.

Perhaps you'll call that charity: _I_ call it defeating the ends of justice.

See what a horrible rascal you've let loose upon the world!" "I'm sure, mother," rejoined Winifred, "if any one was likely to feel resentment, I was; for no one could be more frightened.

But I was sorry for poor Jack--as I am still, and hoped he would mend." "Mend!" echoed Mrs.Wood, contemptuously, "he'll never mend till he comes to Tyburn." "At least, I will hope so," returned Winifred.

"But, as I was saying, I was most dreadfully frightened on the night of the robbery! Though so young at the time, I remember every circumstance distinctly.