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"At my first being acquainted
with the place," says this writer, in the 'Miseries of a Prison,' "the prisoners,
methought, walking up and down the Stone Hall, looked like so many wrecks
upon the sea. More importantly, she had her wits. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite
side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and
saluted and spoke to her. Borrow. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in
sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to
assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those
dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. ’
‘Ah, that is good,’ sighed the lady. Why should I?”
“At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. Sepulchre's
church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the first turning on the left. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged
manner, washed her. ’
‘Why the devil should you be interested, I should like to know?’ rejoined
Roding.
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