Chapter79
OldJohndidnotwalkneartheGoldenKey，forbetweentheGoldenKeyandtheBlackLiontherelayawildernessofstreets——aseverybodyknowswhoisacquaintedwiththerelativebearingsofClerkenwellandWhitechapel——andhewasbynomeansfamousforpedestrianexercises。ButtheGoldenKeyliesinourway，thoughitwasoutofhis;sototheGoldenKeythischaptergoes。
TheGoldenKeyitself，fairemblemofthelocksmith’strade，hadbeenpulleddownbytherioters，androughlytrampledunderfoot。
But，now，itwashoistedupagaininallthegloryofanewcoatofpaint，andshewedmorebravelyeventhanindaysofyore。Indeedthewholehouse-frontwasspruceandtrim，andsofreshenedupthroughout，thatifthereyetremainedatlargeanyoftherioterswhohadbeenconcernedintheattackuponit，thesightoftheold，goodly，prosperousdwelling，sorevived，musthavebeentothemasgallandwormwood。
Theshuttersoftheshopwereclosed，however，andthewindow-