Penny Dreadfuls, 1867 · page 133 of 300
Roving Jack, The Pirate Hunter — page 133: what you’re looking at
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# Description This page contains a chapter illustration and opening text from a Victorian penny dreadful titled *Roving Jack, the Pirate Hunter*. The upper half shows an engraving depicting two men meeting in a churchyard—one seated, one standing in a long coat. Below this is Chapter LXXII, titled "The Meeting at the 'Peacock'—Out of Luck—Plans for Robbery," which describes Dick Turpin and Tom King meeting at a tavern in Islington to discuss their financial difficulties and consider returning to robbery to replenish their funds. The page mixes illustration with serialized prose narrative, typical of penny dreadful format.
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