“But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. 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.
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