She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. Wild had escaped. "What is this?" she wanted to know.
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