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But, as this produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisoner was carried back to Newgate. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. "Speak English?" boomed the voice. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me. I'll wait here. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. " "'Tis he, by Heaven!" cried Jonathan; "this is lucky. Yield up the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. “I hope you are going to Carey House. "Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother.
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