“In a sense—yes. 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. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. An Englishwoman. Michelle’s eyes opened, her body paralyzed. Strange, I could never learn her history.
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