”
“Fame!”
“Isn’t it? ‘I’ve not seen your play, Mr. And you are something of a heroine, too. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose
loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer
refuse me. Are you now satisfied?"
"No," interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged
on the highest gibbet at Tyburn. Must be plenty of
work for you to do. At the
open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was
encouraging the mob by words and gestures. They send you every good wish. "At my first being acquainted
with the place," says this writer, in the 'Miseries of a Prison,' "the prisoners,
methought, walking up and down the Stone Hall, looked like so many wrecks
upon the sea. She had lost her nerve, and
there was no more freedom in London for her that night. . And his scarlet coat had nothing to do
with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes
when they met, as he was tonight. He bowed awkwardly to
Mrs.
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