The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. You never can tell. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. Sheppard, and regarding her with an insolent and threatening glance.
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