"To paint your portrait," answered the jailer. But it is not your name. "Recollect you are in my power. A kind but hard looking female officer named Rose took her into a room and sat her down at a small wooden table. People had started filling the hall: instrumentalists, overly conscientious parents. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. The air was thick with feelings. The massive door was unlocked, and they entered the cell.
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