Her confession was still unmade. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. Not up here, I think. ’ He received a glare from his captive. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet.
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