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"Your boast, you see, was a little premature, Mr. " "My coat, please. "To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. If she could have held it in, perhaps the Virgin Mary would have sent her a miracle as reward for her strength. A hundred pounds to the man who takes him.
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