There was a sharp knocking at the outside door. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. The south or principal front, looking, down the Old Bailey, and not upon it, as is the case of the present structure, with its massive walls of roughened freestone,—in some places darkened by the smoke, in others blanched, by exposure to the weather,—its heavy projecting cornice, its unglazed doubly-grated windows, its gloomy porch decorated with fetters, and defended by an enormous iron door, had a stern and striking effect. So far as I'm concerned, nothing could please me more. Now let us forget it. She bought her Greyhound ticket one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty A.
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