Langley is getting up, and coming this
way. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. “Come, we must go home and have some
luncheon. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom
fulfilled that promise. “Yes, John. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. You may well say it's impossible! His Majesty's jail
of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say.
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