" "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. You may well say it's impossible! His Majesty's jail of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say. 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. But that is men all over. He drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, terrified by the utter fallowness of his mind. He returned, sitting on the floor beside the couch adoring her and stroking her bare arms.
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