My reception at West Kensington you know of. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. So, you see—’ ‘Do not say any more,’ Melusine uttered, flinging away and moving to the fireplace. It is a cheering reflection, that in the present prison, with its clean, wellwhitewashed, and well-ventilated wards, its airy courts, its infirmary, its improved regulations, and its humane and intelligent officers, many of the miseries of the old jail are removed. I miss her a lot. Yes, this was a little better.
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