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Perhaps because I don’t know. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. "Are you not content with the crimes you have committed, —but you must carry your villany to this point. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed.
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