" "Think not to delude me, audacious wretch," cried the carpenter. "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. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes. "Hell's curses!" muttered Jonathan between his teeth; "that fool will ruin all.
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