![]() The grass–plot before the jail, in Prison Lane, on a certain summer morning, not less than two centuries ago, was occupied by a pretty large number of the inhabitants of Boston, all with their eyes intently fastened on the iron–clamped oaken door. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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