"When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in London on the night of the Great Storm. ’ Gerald could not resist. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. ‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. "Search him and iron him afresh;" commanded Jonathan. "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.
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