"Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. The man Hill has persecuted me for months—ever since I have been in England. Walpole, and then to Newgate. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses. 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.
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