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‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. The prison was
two stories high, with a flat roof surmounted by a gilt vane fashioned like a key;
and, possessing considerable internal accommodation, it had, in its day, lodged
some thousands of disorderly personages. But that, and that sort of thing,
is just a day-dream. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down
her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the
flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. It is all very complex. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking
to him. Of all the amazing coincidences. Besides, it was under false pretences. That's the kind,
my friend, that always fall soft.
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