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. The body of Sir Rowland was then laid on the large table. “Rummy lot we are!” said Roddy. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step.
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