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On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. "I can't see him. She tried to be casual. Two large wards were situated in the Gate; one of which, the Stone Ward, appropriated to the master debtors, looked towards Holborn; the other called the Stone Hall, from a huge stone standing in the middle of it, upon which the irons of criminals under sentence of death were knocked off previously to their being taken to the place of execution, faced Newgate Street. ” His eyes were burning. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. Have you ever voted, Mr.
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