第67章 Closing in
The last day of the appointed week touched the bars of the Marshalsea gate.Black,all night,since the gate had clashed upon Little Dorrit,its iron stripes were turned by the early-glowing sun in...
The last day of the appointed week touched the bars of the Marshalsea gate.Black,all night,since the gate had clashed upon Little Dorrit,its iron stripes were turned by the early-glowing sun in...