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Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. The old aspect of the place was gone. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy.
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