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The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. Mischief bubbled up in her. Sweet sixteen year old Shari, who never once figured out the morning sleep hangovers she suffered monthly. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. The change will come to-day.
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