The first stroke appeared to arouse all the vindictive passions of Jonathan.

Fixing a ferocious and exulting look upon Jack Sheppard, he exclaimed.
"At length, my vengeance is complete." "Wretch!" cried Jack, raising his hand in a menacing manner, "your triumph will be short-lived.

Before a year has expired, you will share the same fate." "If I do, I care not," rejoined Wild; "I shall have lived to see you hanged." "O Jack, dear, dear Jack!" cried Mrs.Marvel, who was now quite dissolved in tears, "I shall never survive this scene." "Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly.

"Women ought never to show themselves on these occasions, unless they can behave themselves properly." "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices.
Sheppard looked round, and exchanged kindly glances with several of those who addressed him.
"My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a smile, "that I am half inclined to dance." "You'll dance upon nothing, presently," rejoined Jonathan, brutally.
"Farewell for ever," said Jack, extending his hand to Mrs.Marvel.
"Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips.

"Here are a pair of gloves and a nosegay for you.