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" "I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead," murmured the knight, "but I never dreamed of an interview with the living. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. The piece, in three movements, was short enough anyway. One nail drives out another, it's true; but the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. He will be some time in this comatose state. 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.
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