Shotbolt, who had in some degree recovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was thrown into an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over the prisoner. "I strangled him—ha! ha! ha!—strangled him while he was at my breast—ha! ha!"—And then with a sudden and fearful change of look, she added, "That's what has driven me mad, I killed my child to save him from the gallows—oh! oh! One man hanged in a family is enough. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. Others are smart but fall prey to emotional damage, the female lunar instinct of cunning that goes awry. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. He had been abusing them for a long time when I arrived.
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