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"To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered. Mr. Mr. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. But he was so feeble, that it seemed scarcely possible he could offer any effectual resistance in case of an attack. ’ She was too distressed to bear this. But still she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as of something waiting for her round the corner.
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