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She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. She traced him by his scent. They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them.
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