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Fury was in her face. “And children must we women bear—
“Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself
in her unwilling brain. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. It would hurt no one. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and
I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. This horrible piece of deformity, who acted as drawer and cellarman, and was a
constant butt to the small wits of the jail, was nicknamed the Black Dog of
Newgate. He went by another name then,—Rykhart
Scherprechter I think he called himself. The next page
was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his
face, or what she had remembered of it. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from
them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital
principle might be supposed to be extinct. When they came to the round-house, Terry's courage failed him.
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