But probably not the truth. " Still his brain refused to assimilate the news or to deduce the tremendous importance of it. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. It was free of leering men, unthinkable punishments, and human evil. He went over her features one by one in his mind. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. He was conscious of a quickening of his heartbeat and the familiar rise of adrenalin that sent his senses soaring in anticipation. This is where my character, Lucia, is coming from. Give me the keys and the light.
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