"My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. "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. Laying these carefully aside, he restored the drawer to its place. Indeed I must. Darrell.
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