He leaned forward to embrace her. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. Afterward she wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. 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. The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. Sebastian, too, seemed to be immune, even though cats, dogs, and beasts of the suffered just as the humans did: blackening and dying, their eyes rolling, their bodies covered with bald buboes. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting.
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