The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. “You may go on with that work,” he said, “so long as you keep in harmony with things at home. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. Much has been advanced by modern writers respecting the demoralising effect of prison society; and it has been asserted, that a youth once confined in Newgate, is certain to come out a confirmed thief. “No, he wouldn’t come here of all places—just now.
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