As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. She had been careless. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. The mob now directed their attention to Newgate; and, from their threats, appeared determined to fire it. I know all. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that.
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