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She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. 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. “Are you feeling okay?” “Just fine. "An hour hence, I shall return with the priest," replied Jonathan, striding towards the door.
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