It wasn’t. CHAPTER XXIII. I should think, Anna, that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. The prison was two stories high, with a flat roof surmounted by a gilt vane fashioned like a key; and, possessing considerable internal accommodation, it had, in its day, lodged some thousands of disorderly personages. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. She has been a dear. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. I will tell you our plans on the way to the station.
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