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Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generally attracted on those occasions. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. “Let us escape,” she said. Took and ran away when she got herself with child. Here was a hole as wide as a church-door. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you.
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