I—well, I lost my temper. " "Never to return," remarked Jack, gloomily. ‘You don’t know him. 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. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. " "The woman I mean did not join the assault," rejoined the Master, "but rather seemed to shun observation; and, from the hasty glimpse I caught of her, she appeared to have a child in her arms.
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