The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. “Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. He knew it was unnerving, he did it to everyone, even his own kin.
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