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. A fortnight passed, then a month. Sharples," replied Quilt; "lock 'em up. She knew now that he never would. "Pray, make no further mystery; but tell me all without reserve.
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