"I was right," replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing had happened. 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. Her loneliness was consuming, Lucia. One did not use pistols against a female.
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