"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. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. . I’ve got to stay at home and remain in a state of suspended animation. ‘Ha! It’s you, is it?’ He threw a glance at his two juniors. Her lips came together with an expression between contentment and the faintest shadow of a smile, her manner was one of quiet reserve, and behind this mask she was wildly discontented and eager for freedom and life. ‘And all to help me. Frequently she would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount.
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