They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. “You are coming my way,” Courtlaw answered. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. ” There was a moment’s silence.
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