At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. Both the fugitive and his chasers embarked on the Thames. The size and grandeur of the edifice, indeed, drew down the ridicule of several of the wits of the age: by one of whom—the facetious Tom Brown—it was said, "Bedlam is a pleasant place, and abounds with amusements; —the first of which is the building, so stately a fabric for persons wholly insensible of the beauty and use of it: the outside being a perfect mockery of the inside, and admitting of two amusing queries,—Whether the persons that ordered the building of it, or those that inhabit it, were the maddest? and, whether the name and thing be not as disagreeable as harp and harrow. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust. You're an angel of goodness. Gwen made an inquiry, and, directed by Mrs. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. She proffered her neck towards him.
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