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They stood back together and stared at it. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that morning's adventure. 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. " "It's all up," muttered Thames. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy.
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