’ ‘That’s better. Ireton, was appointed to the office, stood with a hammer in one hand, and a punch in the other, near the great stone block, ready to fulfil his duty. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him. ToC London, at the period of this history, boasted only a single bridge. He continued alternately to be tossed in the air, or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments.
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