The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. . He couldn't be in better hands than those in which he has placed himself. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. The mob now directed their attention to Newgate; and, from their threats, appeared determined to fire it. I sha'n't cry any more. She obeyed, extending her arm.
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