JACK SHEPPARD Volume I. (of III.) A Romance By W. Harrison Ainsworth 1839 _“Upon my word, friend,” said I, “you have almost made me long to try what a robber I should make.” “There is a great art in it, if you did,” quoth he. “Ah! but,” said I, “there's a great deal in being hanged.”_ _Life and Actions of Guzman d'Alfarache._ [Illustration:008] [Illustration:009] ILLUSTRATIONS: Portrait of the Author to face the Title Mr. Wood offers to adopt little Jack Sheppard Jonathan Wild discovers Darrell in the Loft The Murder on the Thames The Storm The Name on the Beam “May I be cursed if ever I try to be honest again” Jack Sheppard exhibits a vindictive character Jack Sheppard accuses Thames Darrell of Theft EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703, JONATHAN WILD CHAPTER I. THE WIDOW AND HER CHILD. On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. He wore a three-cornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman, whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable physiognomy. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl.