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’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in
place with rigid control. What is
it you’re after? Money, I suppose. "
"Good enough for me. Meanwhile, after a consultation between Mr. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a
vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted
him to Westminster. Spurling and Marvel. “It really seems as if we shall have to put down
marigolds altogether next year,” Aunt Molly repeated three times, “and do away
with marguerites.
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