She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery
Lane. . Wood," she continued, with a sudden
change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. "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. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. Some of the delicate colour which the
afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. "
"Is the poor lady alive?" asked Mrs. A door
slammed. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not.
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