They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. “Really? Like 37 who?” “Corinne Carver, for one.
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