The whole neighbourhood was disturbed. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. "He left Dollis Hill at ten o'clock on that night, and has not since returned. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town.
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