The cage at Willesden was, and is—for it is still standing—a small round
building about eight feet high, with a pointed tiled roof, to which a number of
boards, inscribed with the names of the parish officers, and charged with a
multitude of admonitory notices to vagrants and other disorderly persons, are
attached. ‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. Let me take the satchel, sir. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—”
“Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. That any
human being could conceive and execute such a thing! A Roundhead, here in
these prosaic times!—and mad as a hatter! Trying the rôle of St. This is part of a dream—
some evil fancy. “You would believe that
life is kindled by the passions alone. I
thought that you were he. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of
him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see
me again. He rose at once to his feet and turned a white face
upon her.
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