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. ” She murmured. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. Independently of other risks, and of the chance of breaking his neck in the descent, he was aware that to reach the leads he should have to break open six of the strongest doors of the prison. Where her husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. In an instant, she turned on him.
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