What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. She looked at her flattened belly. ’ His eyes found the girl again, and he added rancorously, ‘Giving birth to you. Living, he knew that he would never send that letter. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat.
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