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The entrance was barred against them; and they had the additional mortification of hearing Sheppard's loud laughter at their discomfiture. “Michelle, it’s me, Lucy. “Anna!” she repeated. 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. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort.
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