She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. She was slender, and sometimes she seemed tall, and walked and carried herself lightly and joyfully as one who commonly and habitually feels well, and sometimes she stooped a little and was preoccupied. Martha was quite right. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. Of course, I can't promise you the job definitely. And Rollo, who had been waiting for some encouraging sound, presented himself at the doorway. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away.
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