The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. The cork came out with a loud pop, and Anna could not help wondering how it must sound to the patient little crowd outside. Of course, he had no idea who I was. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. Perhaps Sir John is going to take the other one under his wing.
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