Smith obeyed. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. . "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror. " But the doctor softened the refusal by smiling. The tension was palpable. Get out your pad and pencil. His expression altered. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate.
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