This isn't your island, child; it's the great world. Advancing towards him, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. 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.
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