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The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her, sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers would hear it. This started a thought moving. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. " As Jack made no reply, the woman proceeded. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. You are my prisoner, murderer. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. It isn’t what I have been but what I am.
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