‘I do not mind to pray, no. When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, "You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val, With your chisel so fine, tra la!" "This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in question; "ay, that's better. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. "Two hundred pounds, if he's lodged in Newgate before to-morrow morning," continued Wild. ‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. A common rage flushed their faces.
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