The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. Look at these walls. Roof open —like a Noah’s Ark. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Not so Gosse. "What's the matter?" he cried.
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