All men are bloody fucking hypocrites. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. "Once in this chair, yer hon'r, and I'll warrant he'll not get out so aisily as Jack Sheppard did from the New Pris'n. The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. But anything is better than this.
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