She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. He’ll survive. Talk to her of the new story; divert her; for this day her heart has been twisted sorely. " Upon this he arose, and paced the room hastily backwards and forwards, as if further arranging his plans.
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