I’m not half smart enough for the West End. She spent the morning up to ten in
writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished;
and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit
obscurity and slimy streets. ‘It is all too probable that she would wish to change
into lay clothing to escape recognition. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. And with his clenched hand he struck him a
violent blow in the face. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been
trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. Rumor in the Palazzo had it that her new doctor was a
powerful archbishop from the south who conducted
most of his dealings in secret. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that
would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames,
and fastened the door. “Cheveney!” she repeated. As soon as he had gained his
feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the
musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon.
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