Nothing to check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the limitations of their imaginations. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI. With this view, Jack was carried—for he was no longer able to move without assistance— to a ward called the Castle, situated over the gateway on the western side, in what was considered the strongest part of the jail. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark.
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