Do not remain with me.

You may fall into the hands of your enemy.

Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears.
"You have always been, far dearer to me than myself," replied Mrs.
Sheppard.

"But I have one last request to make.

Let me lie in Willesden churchyard." "You shall--you shall," answered Jack.
"We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs.Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him.
"Oh God! she is dying," exclaimed Jack in a voice suffocated by emotion.
"Forgive me--oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you--bless you!" she gasped.
A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever.
"Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her.
After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames addressed him.
"You must not remain here," he said.