"I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune must have befallen him. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. I warned her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of everyone in the Palazzo, including you. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. ‘And I have a very good mind to kill you. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black.
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