Spurlock (himself verging
upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew,
Rumbold and Whitney—a jolly crew!
All carved their names on the stone, and all
Share the fate of the brave Du Val!
With their chisels so fine, tra la!
"Save us!" continued the apprentice, "I hope this beam doesn't resemble the
Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaks of, to swing
on the Tyburn tree for my pains. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains,
into the apartment that served as a reception-room. His father and mother were a lawyer and a
doctor, respectively. "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. So I've grown hard—outside. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware.
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