"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. In a moment his grasp grew weaker. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island.
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