‘Pitiful. ” “You are not a coward,” she repeated, “or you would not be my friend. "So, you young fool, I have found you!" she said, harshly. Old Newgate was divided into three separate prisons,—the Master's Side, the Common Side, and the Press Yard. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally.
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