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"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. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. ” His shoulders relaxed. “He will find it difficult no doubt to alter his style of living,” she said. " "How do you manage that, Mr. “I heard your voices, and the hall is draughty. But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. " "We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the carpenter's wife, with a sneer.
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