Once more cheered by daylight, he hastened forward, and entered the chapel. "That's usual. He hated himself a little for it. "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. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination.
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