“Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. “I doubted my luck, at least. 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. Woof! What a dog. 168 < 20 > HISTORY OF AN ABDUCTION She had not seen him for hundreds of years.
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