Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises; for,
feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the steps of which
he hurried. I want to get away—to go to London. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and,
on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys
was collected in the yard. Light flooded the
uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. Why didn’t I die? Why does
God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t
die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this
poisoned world! But most of all. Halloa, Ben!" cried he, shaking a broad-backed fellow,
equipped in a short-skirted doublet, and having a badge upon his arm,—"scullers
wanted.
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