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It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. The south or principal front, looking, down the Old Bailey, and not upon it, as is the case of the present structure, with its massive walls of roughened freestone,—in some places darkened by the smoke, in others blanched, by exposure to the weather,—its heavy projecting cornice, its unglazed doubly-grated windows, its gloomy porch decorated with fetters, and defended by an enormous iron door, had a stern and striking effect. In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth. By a sort of instinct. Once inside, he looked around, worried that his parents would suddenly cancel their trip and return home.
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