"I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. Thus, all her interest in life began to centre upon the patient, who was apparently quite as anchorless as she was. ” “But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall.
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