I was told he was often to be found at the Maiden Head in St.Giles, but unluckily I was persuaded by some friends to see Jack Sheppard's last exploit at Tyburn.

I drank too much--I own it to my shame--and when I reached the inn where I hoped to see Mr.Gay I fell dead asleep and never saw him.

He had gone when I awoke." Lavinia clasped her hands.

A shadow passed over her bright face leaving it sad and pensive.

The red mobile lips were tremulous and the eyes moist and shining.