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She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. ‘If you had told him that I would rather die than see him, he would not have come. Though by no means so extensive or commodious as the modern prison, Old Newgate was a large and strongly-built pile. She was fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. Hoped you'd not be retaken. In the upper hall he paused to listen. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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