“If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. She opened and read it at once. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out. The dress of the dwarfish Jew was not, however, favourable to this expedient.
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