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I've a child here whom I wish to convey across the water without loss of time. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. ” “It’s the perpetual trouble,” he said, “of parent and child. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. I wish to prevent a repetition of any such errand as I presume you have come here upon this evening. “I mean to,” she replied. "And, now,—to Newgate. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion.
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