She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. ‘I’m not going to arrest you, young Jack—yet. "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. “I remember you now,” he said.
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