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. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name. "
As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his
benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his
slumbers. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound
books—which, she realised, were not books at all. The little old lady struck like a projectile upon the
resounding chest of the foremost of these, and then Ann Veronica had got past
and was ascending the steps.
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