A sinister thought edged in. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. There's good stuff in him, if one could find the way to dig it out. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald.
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