"I didn't expect this from you," rejoined Thames, resolutely. Some years after the date of this history, an immense ventilator was placed at the top of the Gate, with the view of purifying the prison, which, owing to its insufficient space and constantly-crowded state, was never free from that dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily unknown, the jail-fever. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. Petite build, like herself. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt.
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