A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. They are used to me, they only cry because they have become so used to being here.
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