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Wood, contemptuously, "he'll never mend till he comes to Tyburn. You were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE. But this was but a momentary gleam of personal application, and at this time she followed it up no further. What was his transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning. Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing. 1. Spurlock relaxed, suddenly, and sank deeply into his pillows. ” In the car, John was wound up. There stood John and Mr. When I have traversed the streets a houseless wanderer, driven with curses from every door where I have solicited alms, and with blows from every gateway where I have sought shelter,—when I have crept into some deserted building, and stretched my wearied limbs upon a bulk, in the vain hope of repose,—or, worse than all, when, frenzied with want, I have yielded to horrible temptation, and earned a meal in the only way I could earn one,—when I have felt, at times like these, my heart sink within me, I have drank of this drink, and have at once forgotten my cares, my poverty, my guilt.
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