‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. You never can go back. The only difference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, that they had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter had left their keys at home. She passed down the stairs and into the street. YOU did. "I can't say I do," replied Wood. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. 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. He has been lodged in every round-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, and boasts that no prison can hold him.
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