He had not considered this aspect of the business. He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. Just then, a carriage drawn by four horses, drove furiously up to the Six Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to take any notice of it. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie.
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