"I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. "Ah! but," said I, "there's a great deal in being hanged. “When one is happy—I don’t like to think of them. ” “Possibly—bit by bit. Nor can we. " "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter.
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