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" "Be silent, and conceal yourself. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. 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. That wrappered life, as you call it—we’ve burned the confounded rags! Danced out of it! We’re stark!” “Stark!” echoed Ann Veronica. He's safe enough now.
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