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He was not a nice man, speaking generally, but we felt he was the man for the situation, and the house cheered him to the echo. We flattered ourselves we had got rid of her for the rest of the evening. Then some fool of a turnkey came along, and she appealed to him, through the grating, to let her out for a few minutes. The turnkey, a good but soft-hearted man, hesitated.
In the very low parts, where the sexton old is required to say, "I gather them in," he was most effective, and many of his more susceptible hearers shuddered. For an encore he sang, "I am the old Turnkey," which goes lower and lower with deliberate steps until it descends to incredible depths of bassness. It was a rare comfort to the Eubanks ladies that Eustace was a bass instead of a tenor.
Over each door was a small barred window, and an outer window of the same description was placed high up in the cell, which the turnkey now opened. Old Abraham Dixon was sitting on the side of his bed, doing nothing. His head was bent, his frame sunk, and he did not seem to care to turn round and see who it was that entered.
He had escaped unobserved by the Bailie, immediately when the brawl was ended, yet not before I had recognised, in his wild features and shaggy red hair, our acquaintance Dougal, the fugitive turnkey of the Glasgow jail.
It was on the forenoon of the day I have mentioned, that the under turnkey of the prison of came in breathless haste, and called me to a prisoner. It was Eugene D . I was at the moment occupied in thinking of the youth. He had forged a bill upon his father, Mr.
Sevier stepped out, gave Mary his hand and then his arm, and went in with her. A question or two in the prison office, a reference to the rolls, and a turnkey led the way through a dark gallery lighted with dimly burning gas. The stench was suffocating. They stopped at the inner gate.
After giving the turnkey a glass of brandy, and sounding him with one or two cajoling speeches, Glossin made it his request that he would help him to an interview with Dirk Hatteraick. 'Impossible! utterly impossible! it's contrary to the express orders of Mr. 'But why should he know of it? said Glossin, slipping a couple of guineas into Mac-Guffog's hand.
He cut a lock of his hair, enclosed it in the letter, which he folded and wrote outside: To the citoyenne Clémence Dezeimeries, née Maubel, La Réole. He gave all the silver he had on him to the turnkey, begging him to forward this letter to its destination, asked for a bottle of wine, which he drank in little sips while waiting for the cart....
Many pressed the hands of the turnkey to their lips, others to their hearts and on their knees, prayed that God, Jesus Christ, and the Virgin Mary would bless him and the other jailors for their goodness. They all then fervently joined in prayer. To the astonishment of all, no clerical character, of any persuasion, was present.
In the Lodge, which seemed by contrast with the outer noise a place of refuge and peace, a yellow lamp was already striving with the prison shadows. 'Why, John! said the turnkey who admitted them. 'What is it? 'Nothing, father; only this lady not knowing her way, and being badgered by the boys. Who did you want, ma'am? 'Miss Dorrit. Is she here? The young man became more interested.
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