"I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot. He, however, made no remark at the time, but instantly prepared to set out. His complexion was as blue as a sailor's jacket, and though Mr. C. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. ’ ‘Then you will not be disappointed. Two large wards were situated in the Gate; one of which, the Stone Ward, appropriated to the master debtors, looked towards Holborn; the other called the Stone Hall, from a huge stone standing in the middle of it, upon which the irons of criminals under sentence of death were knocked off previously to their being taken to the place of execution, faced Newgate Street.
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