They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments.
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