Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. Sheppard staggered forward. At least the sun would not be as bright, which was a welcome reprieve from the mercilessly bright early summer days which had invigorated every man, woman, and child in the suburbs but were wearing Lucy down into acute fatigue, along with her hunger. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. Whatever he did, she was bound to scream.
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