She was sitting on the mean straw mattress that was placed on the iron bedstead in the makeshift cell, while Melusine stood with her back to the door, confronting her old nurse with the truth. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. ” The conversation hung.
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