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. ‘And it is me you dare accuse? It is yourself you should arrest. It is so ridiculous. His foot tapped impatiently, and he took up the papers. " "At least, I will hope so," returned Winifred. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest.
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