“So you come from Anna, do you?” she remarked. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. I thank God for His sunlight on your face.
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