"I'm sorry, Mr. She
had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and
immaculately sanitary. This I know for at the Valade estate it was
talked of very much, even that they supposed me there to be the daughter of
Suzanne. Go easy. ‘And now,’ he said, drawing Madame to the seat, and contriving to sit close
enough that his anatomy touched hers at several points, ‘let us talk about you,
madame. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity
to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of
recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. It arises, I think, from an over developed sense of humour. "
At this juncture, the door was flung open, and Charcam entered, dragging in
Thames, whom he held by the collar, and who struggled in vain to free himself
from the grasp imposed upon him. His figure was tall and commanding, and the
expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent
exertion) was resolute and stern. ‘I allow anyone in. I expect
company. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a
faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant
company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. She occupied a small sofa, a little
apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and
glanced about with an air of considerable unease. Come every day to see you was flourishing. ”
Ennison at once seated himself.
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