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Stanley pointed to the letter with a pipe he had drawn from his jacket pocket. " So saying, he descended a short spiral staircase, and, entering a long stone gallery, from which several other passages branched, took one of them, and after various turnings—for he was familiar with all the intricacies of the prison— arrived at the cell of which he was in search. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. How easily an evil thought could penetrate a normally decent mind! All he had to do was to disclose Spurlock's destination, and in a few months Ruth would be free. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. Piano wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she had committed. Considering his convictions he felt that his remark was a generous one. You must tell me what it all means. I am sure. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. He jumped back, cursing. ” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder.
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