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. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. There was none. We've got to make him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again.
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