Their faces were masks of abject horror,
sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good
light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him,
not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been
placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily
had to share it with him. It was
a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the
Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester
uniform. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. ‘You know about that?’
‘It was the only possible deduction. ’
Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face.
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