“Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would have trampled upon them long ago. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. “I hope you are going to Carey House. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. So get up, and let's be off. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. My boys buy them with beads or bolts of calico of mine. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. , etc. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII.
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