It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. She fought the inclination for a while, then surrendered.
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