She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. "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. Jack appealed to the new auditors, and again detailed his story, but with no better success than heretofore. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. " "Are you Mr. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date.
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