” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party. 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. Before he even glanced at the man on the floor he stepped over to her side and took the poker from her. Then she went back and mixed up the sheets in a search for particular passages. ” “It is over for now,” he answered, “but I cannot bear to think that you are subject to this sort of thing. The man’s statement was explicit, and spoken with confidence.
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