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Her mind had been and was full of the thought of Capes, a huge generalized Capes-lover. 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. . The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. "Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground.
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