They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. The condition of the rooms was indescribably filthy and disgusting; nor were the habits of the occupants much more cleanly. She ought to have leapt back on guard. But send me word. From all angles he was at a disadvantage—in weight, skill, endurance. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. This smile was more harrowing even than her former rigid look.
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