The expression was wholly different. Never sent for the shirt. . Bulging out more in the
middle than at the two extremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end,
—a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large scale,—and this resemblance was increased
by the small circular aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced,
like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some distance
from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. That boy," he added, looking
at Thames, "has his eye upon us. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of
Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same
course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back
of Jonathan's habitation. And when they came to the gallows, Jack leaped out of the
cart, and the hangman tied up Jonathan instead—ha! ha! How the mob shouted
and huzzaed—and I shouted too—ha! ha! ha!"
"Mother!" cried Jack, unable to endure this agonizing scene longer. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. But I must—I ought—”
“I MUST talk about this. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. "Open
my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast
looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways.
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