"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. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. ‘I must get a handkerchief. Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this unexpected means of escape. Strangers look in and long, and neighbours are moved to envy.
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