" The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. Sheppard. The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's wife. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. F. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. I’m a Socialist, Miss Stanley.
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