“Thanks, Mister McCloskey. Michelle waved to her, then flitted over to where she was sitting. A quarter of an hour passed. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. ” She picked at her sandwich idly.
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