Meantime, the Stone Hall was crowded by all the inmates of the jail, debtors, felons, turnkeys, and officers who could obtain permission to witness the ceremony of the prisoner's irons being struck off. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. There is a musical programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know. Wood, "it may be poisoned.
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