She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable
conclusions. She saw it, and checked without thinking. 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. You know—I worship you. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and
memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that
he had said. "Old Van told me if he grew up he would be hanged. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of
him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see
me again. “Quite particularly nice,” said her aunt. "You'll lose no time," said the thief-taker.
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