“I should like to speak to you for a few minutes,” he said to Anna, dropping his voice a little. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. “All right?” he asked.
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