’ She counted off on her fingers. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. The affair passed at one leap from a spree to a nightmare of violence and disgust. As such, you may command the sympathies of the gentry. Ha!" exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resounded at no great distance along the thoroughfare, "not a moment is to be lost. "I strangled him—ha! ha! ha!—strangled him while he was at my breast—ha! ha!"—And then with a sudden and fearful change of look, she added, "That's what has driven me mad, I killed my child to save him from the gallows—oh! oh! One man hanged in a family is enough. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes.
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