"To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered. " "It is too late," returned Jack, sullenly; "I can't be honest if I would. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. She hastened past. By this time, Jonathan and the vast mob attending him, had come up, and the place was rendered almost as light as day by the links. He would come swiftly to her aid, she knew it.
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