‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. She held out her hand frankly. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. Mr. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. 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. He wore a French military undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. “I’m glad you’re all right,” he said, “because we want you to do us a favour. But behind these things which you have said to me there must be others of which I know nothing.
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