At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she succeeded in evolving this: “DEAR MR. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. Quite right. ’ Total bullshit, if you ask me. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. “I’ll turn you here. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. "Your detective has been remiss in his duty; let him suffer for it. When a mere child she fixed her affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to remain faithful to his memory.
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