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‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. 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. " "Where did you get it?" inquired Thames. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. ” “It’s so strange to think of you—troubled by such things. It struck his forehead, splitting it, and brought him to his knees. " "It won't. Her aunt returned before the packing was done, and Ann Veronica lunched with an uneasy sense of bag and hold-all packed up-stairs and inadequately hidden from chance intruders by the valance of the bed.
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