"I haven't worn anything else in weeks. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. The spikes almost touched the upper part of the hatch: scarcely space enough for the passage of a hand being left between their points and the beam. ‘That,’ he said stonily, ‘is yet another point over which we fell out. The fact itself is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. The prisoner was then thrust in by Quilt.
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