The walls were of immense thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; the fire-place was without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into two compartments, occupied one corner. “I have never seen him in my life,” she said to the official. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. I believe I am doomed to be an old maid. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. The second look told me I was wrong. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials.
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