They are there forever.
The lawyer's office was on Loudoun-street, and cantering briskly along the rough highway past the fort, he soon reached the rack before his door, and dismounted.

The rack was crooked and quailed--the house was old and dingy--the very knocker on the door frowned grimly at the wayfarer who paused before it.

One would have said that Mr.Rushton's manners, house, and general surrounding, would have repelled the community, and made him a thousand enemies, so grim were they.

Not at all.

No lawyer in the town was nearly so popular--none had as much business of importance entrusted to them.