One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. " Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall. It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's. 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. Shoplatch. Michelle’s eyes widened. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child.
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