His food lay untouched about his
plate. “Have you never met a suitable
wife? What is wrong with getting married and having
children as Mike and Shari have done? I should love to
think. Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his
lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was
fastened. These were the Master of the Mint,
Van Galgebrok, and Mrs. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. 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. Hadn’t they settled that already?
“I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something.
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