Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. "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. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing.
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