At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. About her, as she had gone day by day to and from the Tredgold College, she had seen and not seen many an incidental aspect of those sides of life about which girls are expected to know nothing, aspects that were extraordinarily relevant to her own position and outlook on the world, and yet by convention ineffably remote. “Let’s go outside.
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