In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. "I'm prudence personified. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept up.
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