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Socks and shoes were harder to
find, and she ended up wearing men’s athletic tube socks
and a pair of dust caked flip-flops that had sat forlornly in
Locker 49 since 1978. There was a
case, or something, some years ago. . Twenty
guineas, mind. Not choosing to hazard so great a fall, Jack turned to examine the building, to
see whether any more favourable point of descent presented itself, but could
discover nothing but steep walls, without a single available projection. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and
four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of
poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its
present inmate.
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