Slowly descending Snow Hill, the train passed on its way, attended by the same stunning vociferations, cheers, yells, and outcries, which had accompanied it on starting from Newgate. I think not. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. A hollow feeling opened up inside her, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. All that is jolly and as it should be.
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