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Even though the individual faces of her audience were not to be singled out, she had been conscious from the first moment of her appearance that something was wrong. It’s no good. The south or principal front, looking, down the Old Bailey, and not upon it, as is the case of the present structure, with its massive walls of roughened freestone,—in some places darkened by the smoke, in others blanched, by exposure to the weather,—its heavy projecting cornice, its unglazed doubly-grated windows, its gloomy porch decorated with fetters, and defended by an enormous iron door, had a stern and striking effect. “You cannot! Oh, you cannot. If you are going that way, why not join us. As you admitted to me—one has to square one’s self with the world. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition.
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