Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon the infant, and then on himself.
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