He was clever in slipping out o' prison I grant ye.

Well, sirs, his body was to be handed over to the surgeons like the rest o' the Tyburn gentry, but his friends would have none of it.

A bailiff somehow got hold of the corpse to make money out of it--trust them sharks for _that_ when they see a chance--an' smuggled it to his house in Long Acre.

It got wind afore many hours was past and the mob broke into the place, the Foot Guards was called out an' there's been no end of a rumpus." "Faith, my poor Gay," said Bolingbroke with a sardonic smile, "the people make more fuss over a burglar than over a ballad maker.

And what's become of the noble Sheppard's body, landlord ?" "It's hidden somewhere.