Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. "At my first being acquainted with the place," says this writer, in the 'Miseries of a Prison,' "the prisoners, methought, walking up and down the Stone Hall, looked like so many wrecks upon the sea. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. “My God!” he said again. So let me assure you now that we are not accusing you of a crime. ” “So far,” she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll which lay upon her plate, “my only chance of occupation has lain with a photographer who engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an hour. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. I HAD to. I was in the front row, and I fancied she smiled at me.
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