The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. ‘You do not try.
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