She spoke slowly. "I shall state my suspicions to the governor. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. She took up a book and threw it down again. There’s sure to be a place somewhere. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. ‘But for now, I’m taking you home.
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