“You are wrong! I did not think you thought such things. I must go perhaps in all the rooms. It felt too good. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. Wood, and however he might dissent from the latter proposition, he did not deem it expedient to make any reply; and the orator proceeded with his harangue amid the general applause of the assemblage. She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically. 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.
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