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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. ” The men at the reporter’s table lifted their eyebrows, smiled faintly, and leaned back to watch how she took her scolding. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. ’ ‘Then they are soldiers. ‘Something in that, missie. “I didn’t blow up the house. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward. ‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of motherhood.
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