”
“I had some unexpected business,” Courtlaw answered shortly. " And he strode out of the
place. 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. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. They are not your flowers. 277
“I was beginning to think that I would never see you
again, Lucy. In this state, he was laid upon a
bench, to sleep off his drunken fit, while his wretched mother, in spite of her
passionate supplications and resistance, was, by Blueskin's command, forcibly
ejected from the house, and driven out of the Mint. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the
boards, "or we'll force an entrance. ”
So only a few minutes after Ennison’s departure, while Anna stood indeed with
her sister’s open letter still in her hand, Courtlaw drove up in hot haste. He had been back for two weeks during
some pleasant weather in July.
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