“I’ll get a towel. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. Amidst it all, however, there were several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell to cell to whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement. She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight. He shook his head all the time. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging.
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