Earles’ waiting-room who would march you straight off to a registrar’s office. ‘Very well, then. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. The Chapel was situated in the south-east angle of the jail; the ordinary at the time of this history being the Reverend Thomas Purney; the deputy chaplain, Mr. Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say. Other phrases returned now, like echoes.
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