She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. "Why, it means that people will think evilly of you. Get out your pad and pencil. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Their expression was so amiable, that it would have redeemed a countenance a thousand times plainer than hers. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. Nine years ago, I worked in this very house—had a kind indulgent master, whom I robbed—twice robbed, at your instigation, villain; a mistress, whom you have murdered; a companion, whose friendship I have for ever forfeited; a mother, whose heart I have well-nigh broken.
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