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. Anyhow, now you’ve begun it, there’s nothing to keep us in all this from being the best friends in the world. ‘Come, cry a truce. “He just wants to get laid, you know. It was necessary to think, and think quickly.
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