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there, broken bottle still in hand. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling
doubts came drifting across this conviction. When I think of the
love you give me—One ought to give you back love. 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. "
So saying, he advanced towards the window, threw open the sash, and called out
in the voice of Thames Darrell, "Who's there?"
He was answered by a shot from a pistol.
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