. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. Sheppard, as I told you, is in Bedlam, an incurable maniac; while her son is in the New Prison, whence he will only be removed to Newgate and Tyburn. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing.
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