"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. She delighted in frustrating him. Please don’t tell anyone,
mister. They
were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate
brought them as gentlewomen should. Sir
John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself,
a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a
waiter. He
addressed himself chiefly to Goopes, and spoke as if in reply to long-sustained
inquiries on the part of Goopes into the personnel of the Marylebone Borough
Council. Dashing through the open door, he
crossed the Old Bailey, plunged into a narrow court on the opposite side of the
way, and was out of sight in a minute, baffling all pursuit. They were looking for a guide. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and
his small, brown eyes were bright. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line?
We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery.
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