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He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. “Yes,” he said, “I shall come. “I think that you were inquiring for Mr.
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