‘But lay him down. It’s John. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. But he might have broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. ” “It was a delightful piece of good fortune that I should have met you,” he answered.
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