Ann Veronica said she didn’t care. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. ‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down.
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