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Could she understand what she was talking about? Luckily it was a second-class carriage and the ordinary fellowtravellers were not there. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. "I forgot.
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