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A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main
thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood,
with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. The glance, which he
threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of
alarm, effrontery, and resolution. Then I
saw Mrs. Jack had thus been six hours in accomplishing
his arduous task. "To be
sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay
in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least
such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether
sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible
visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you
don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his
poor father suffered. You see, it's like this. And I need not tell you that her hotel bill is running on the same as
yours. But I'm resolved to see Lady Trafford. “But that’s not all. Having
seen him heavily ironed, and placed in the Condemned Hold, Jonathan recrossed
the street. ”
There was a moment’s silence.
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