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. “Damned Rascal!” he said. "To be
sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay
in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least
such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether
sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible
visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you
don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his
poor father suffered. She realized in a moment
what had happened. I would not
have him know—now—for the world. She’ll tell everyone soon, if only
to gain herself some attention!” He cried under his
breath.
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