The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. It is a cheering reflection, that in the present prison, with its clean, wellwhitewashed, and well-ventilated wards, its airy courts, its infirmary, its improved regulations, and its humane and intelligent officers, many of the miseries of the old jail are removed. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Perhaps she did love research for its own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. There was little fighting spirit here. She slipped silently inside the door as he went inside a 12 putrid little bathroom to urinate. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. They are not your flowers. ’ A laugh escaped her.
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