Their conversation became stilted. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe.
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