Annabel, I cannot believe it. But Darrell averted his head. I can't concentrate on my work. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. She was so interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. In the afternoon she had considered certain doubts very carefully, and decided on a more emphatic course of action.
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