CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. . Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. Well, you shall know. “But we only aid the beccamorti by giving them our business! I refuse to pay exorbitant prices for wood coffins and burial for lesser servants who could just as easily be dragged into the pit! Let the dead bury the dead!” “You fool! It is the gross lack of sanitation you speak of that has brought us to this very end. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. It was Annabel’s.
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