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Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. Pitt, the then governor of Newgate. Look in the small hide-bound book that he keeps in his boot. CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. Jonathan shook his head. Pure romantic nonsense on her part. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. Men have seen to that. "We'll see that," replied Jonathan. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring.
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