Inquiring for Mrs. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. She let out a wail. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. Marvel was almost dislodged from his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck him in the face. "I might now send you on a similar journey!" replied Jonathan, with a bitter smile, and preserving the unmoved demeanour he had maintained throughout; "but I prefer conveying you, in the first instance, to Newgate.
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