Identifier: lifeonroadorclau00robe (find matches)
Title: Life on the road : or, Claude, Turpin, and Jack, being a complete account of the most daring adventures of the notorious highwaymen, Claude Duval, Dick Turpin, and Sixteen-string Jack
Year: 1800 (1800s)
Authors: Robert M. De Witt (Firm), publisher
Subjects: Penny dreadfuls
Publisher: New York, N.Y. : Robert M. De Witt
Contributing Library: Brandeis University Libraries
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ir minds, were the only persons he met, with the exception of somenymph of the pave who occasionally applied to him an endearing epithet oran abusive one, as her humour at the moment dictated; and so, in less thanhalf an hour after leaving Newgate, he stood upon the quakers doorstep inDean street. Instant admission was granted him, and he found Ms hand grasped in thatof Jack, who cried— Claude, Claude, this is indeed a happy meeting. Both Dick and I saidwe would meet you, but our friend rranklin declared you would be safer by.yourself! Thank you all, said Claude, I am safe enough, and glad to see you all.—I dont think either—indeed, I may say, I am sure, that there is no oneUDon my track, so all is right so far. Then, friend, Claude, said the quaker, who had been fastening up theetreet-door, let us to supper, for we have waited for you. I said you wouldbe here, friend, at half-past twelve, and it is now not above twenty minutesto one. >J:dst thou meet with anv cross accident?
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dice: turpik, and sixteen-string jack. 353 Nothing to signify, said Claude ; but you shall have all the particularawhile we are at supper. I feel as though I could do justice to it; let it beas good a one as it may, Mr. Franklin. Friend, there are four roast ducks, and a Westphalia ham, together withall sorts of varieties in the way of driuk. Good; and now can anybody tell me what has become of my horse? I can, said Dick. He is all right, and as fresh as a daisy on a Springmorning, Claude. You have certainly got the better of the Philistines thistime, and no one can rejoice at it more than I do. I thank you all, said Claude; and does Cicely know nothing? She knows nothing, replied Jack ; but suspects much. Then, that shall be seen to after supper; I will ride to the farm, and sether heart at rest. Oh, how I long to be in the saddle again, and among thetrees and meadows. God, I think I should die soon in the city. Short ashas been my stay in J^^ewgate, there have been times when I felt

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