‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner.
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