"I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. This chap's recovery all depends upon the care he receives.
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