Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. Still, it was true about men. At length, at the end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. And, for a man who'll never see sixty again, he's in excellent preservation, I assure you.
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