232. The news from Baltimore arrived in a hearse

The news from Baltimore arrived in a hearse. Cornelius Francis Poehler was dead. And not a single relative that guided him to his final resting place would shed a tear for him. Not even when the coffin was lowered into the ground, and amid the soothing rustling of autumn leaves, the persistent anxious thumping from inside the wooden box was clearly audible.

 

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219. Being born on the cobbled streets

Being born on the cobbled streets of Potter’s Hill to a mother shunned by society, who in turn shunned him, the sisters of the workhouse named the boy Toby Cobblepot and for twelve years raised him like every other orphan in their care: on gruel and cruelty.

 

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