"Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. No means were neglected to accomplish this end. ‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait sympathique, I think. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. Having now fairly got out of Newgate for the second time, with a heart throbbing with exultation, he hastened to make good his escape. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat.
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