"I've often heard of a secret door in this room, though I never saw it. 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. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. We ourselves have been similarly circumstanced. “Showtime!” Martin cried. Her head rose.
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