” She said wistfully. She has given herself up to social work. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. Believe me, Anna. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. Luckily I’m not.
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