Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. 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. "If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. " "And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the Master.
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