It is you who took my name, not I yours. She felt like a dried-up old woman. “To the best of my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in the city. There was going to be no quarter between these two. . He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already.
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