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Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. “We have scarcely mentioned your name. ’ The door opened and Saling entered again. But between us, we'll have him writing books some day. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her.
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