" As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. She has already given birth, thanks to your generosity. It will be a little lonely sometimes,” she said, looking around at them, “and I shall miss you all, but it is the fairest for myself —and I think for you. ” He was silent for a moment or two. 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. You cannot tell whether you know him or not until you have seen him.
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