In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too.
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