"Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another
piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper. She was perfectly aware that the boy had
gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her
sloppy, strange appearance. ‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold,
stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with
additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most
noisome cell in the whole prison. "That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future," observed
Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet. A creature of convenience, she
could have cared less if her children were carried away by
drunkards on the street. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne,
had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose,
keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until
the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the
rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard.
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