Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way." The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton.
"It's Mrs.Sheppard's grave,--the mother of the famous housebreaker," said Morgan, in answer to Jack's inquiry;--"and it's well they let her have Christian burial after all--for they say she destroyed herself for her son.

The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday--and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends." Jack could stand no more.

Placing a piece of money in Morgan's hands, he hurried out of the churchyard.
"By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days." Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a private room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief.
Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather.

The day had become suddenly overcast.

The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.