On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have views. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. Close upon this came another thought.
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