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They were loath to admit to the public that the case would be closed in a few years for sheer lack of forensic evidence. This time she was indeed beaten. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said. She looked at it with a little shudder, but she made no motion to take it. One called Waterman's Hall, a horrible place adjoining the postern under the gate, whence, through a small barred aperture, they solicited alms from the passengers: the other, a large chamber, denominated My Lady's Hold, was situated in the highest part of the jail, at the northern extremity.
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