It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. The doors of several of the wards were thrown open for these parties, and as Jack passed, he could not help glancing at the wretched inmates. ” Annabel rose slowly to her feet, walked to the door as though to see that it was shut, and came back with slow lagging footsteps. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals.
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