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But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. You called yourself a murderess. I’ll get in trouble. ” She tried to plan her proceedings in detail. "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. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. I believe I am doomed to be an old maid.
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