There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. ‘Speak, then. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing.
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