The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. Her husband was prouder of her every day. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. ” Annabel looked at him curiously.
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