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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. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. Sheppard. Well, it had to happen somewhen. ‘Let her go. He was struck disagreeably by Ramage’s air of gallant consideration and Ann Veronica’s self-possessed answers. " "They always act like that after drink," said Ruth, casually. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. “What do you mean?” Lucy asked.
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