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The land about these walls is a common graveyard. She was carefree. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock,
loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. It developed into a sort
of secret and private bad manners. The crowd now dispersed amongst the fields, and thousands of persons were
seen hurrying towards Tyburn as fast as their legs could carry them, leaping over
hedges, and breaking down every impediment in their course. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at
Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed,
in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and
debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. She had come across the
wicked South Seas which were still infested with cannibals; she had seen
drunkenness and called men beachcombers; who was this moment as innocent as
a babe, and in the next uttered some bitter wisdom it had taken a thousand years
of philosophy to evolve.
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