The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. "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. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. That I should be challenged by you of all people. Between the two officers, with their arms linked in his, Jack Sheppard was conducted to the cart. " "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. Mark you, she wasn’t the only one. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold, stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most noisome cell in the whole prison.
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