Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. Activity in the hall intensified. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. . “You’re still,” he said, “in the educational years.
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