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The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. 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. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. On this side of the canal she has no place to go. "Can't you guess?" returned Winifred, throwing her arms about her neck.
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