"Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. The characters of the youthful occupants of the room might be detected in every article it contained. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah," said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a bullock. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. Wood, contemptuously, "he'll never mend till he comes to Tyburn. There was plenty of sweet water. Glad to get back, I’m sure,” he said briskly.
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