The clanking of chains, the
grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's
ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. Anna merely glanced at
the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. The cage at Willesden was, and is—for it is still standing—a small round
building about eight feet high, with a pointed tiled roof, to which a number of
boards, inscribed with the names of the parish officers, and charged with a
multitude of admonitory notices to vagrants and other disorderly persons, are
attached. ”
Anna rose to her feet. You Americans
laugh at our custom of honouring our ancestors, our many-times great
grandfathers. ’ He flushed. Do you know of what I speak?”
“I do, I do!” She said. He felt her observance and warmed to it.
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