In the one he approached was gathered together a vast assortment of weapons, each of which, as appeared from the ticket attached to it, had been used as an instrument of destruction. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Up to this moment, hopes had been entertained of a respite, strong representations in his favour having been made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. I’m a little tired.
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