Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. “Your arrival is really most opportune. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain them more. 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 wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for. “I’d run away with you in a heartbeat.
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