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“Well,” she said, “good-night, father. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. But you need not fear,’ she added, shaking him off. ‘Here we go again. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. The night his execution was therefore passed in a most anxious state of mind; nor was his uneasiness allayed by the appearance of Jonathan Wild, who, after he had been driven from the roof of the jail, repaired to the Middle Stone Ward in a fit of ungovernable passion, to vent his rage upon the prisoner, whom he looked upon as the cause of the present calamity.
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