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His glance came up again and met hers. It was dated from the House of Commons on the previous day. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. Before proceeding to Wych Street, he called at the Lodge to see how matters were going on, and found Mrs. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that.
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