‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. “Cheer up, Annabel. They have rescued the child. Old Newgate was divided into three separate prisons,—the Master's Side, the Common Side, and the Press Yard. Scarcely any one noticed the full measure of her consternation. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe.
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