“I throw it out in passing,” he said. She had gladly lowered her eyes as she had been instructed to in front of the fine ladies and lords, as she was more interested in their clothing and fripperies than their faces. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. No offence, I hope. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh.
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