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‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer. The chief of these was a figure of Liberty, with a cat at her feet, in allusion to the supposed origin of the fortunes of its former founder, Sir Richard Whittington. It is no good. But, as this produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisoner was carried back to Newgate. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. She got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived her childhood. You've caught the colour and the life.
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