” “Why not?” she asked quietly. 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. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. The boy had all kinds of opportunity; but it's the old story of father making it too easy. ” Ann Veronica read this letter through with grave, attentive eyes.
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