In one of the
cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. What sort of a standard of life
yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every
word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come
into my presence has been an outrage. They blinded me. She turned out the electric light and gained the hall. The
boy she had loved was gone.
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