’ ‘That wasn’t my fault. ‘Never mind where. See how he gets on, father," he added, appealing to Wood: "the box seems to grow under his hands. Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. 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. She answered slowly.
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