\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. There were words, then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there, the exact opposite. He had already spoken his mind on the folly of allowing a clearly dangerous female to escape a second time. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. At length, however, the prisoner was got out, when such was the rush of the multitude that several persons were trampled down, and received severe injuries.
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