Some years after the date of this history, an
immense ventilator was placed at the top of the Gate, with the view of purifying
the prison, which, owing to its insufficient space and constantly-crowded state,
was never free from that dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily
unknown, the jail-fever. Mr. He dressed mechanically; so many moves this
way, so many moves that. Nothing is settled upon. "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. On this elevation a table was now placed, around
which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant
beverage provided by the prisoner.
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