Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. It was not for a week or a month. . Her mind went on generalizing. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle.
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