Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. 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. ‘I broke in. They ascended by a lift to one of the upper floors, passed through a long ward, and finally came to a bed in the extreme corner, round which a screen had been arranged. The ring's yours, and you're mine. The door closed softly upon her. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. ’ Still no response. With this view, he suffered him to pass on. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it.
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