Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. "I wonder how she picked up Kanaka? On her island they don't talk Kanaka lingo.
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