But anything is better than this. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's
ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a
most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a
single ray of daylight. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down
her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the
flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. For the most part these
were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men
in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting
women or girls of the student class. The knight and his followers crossed the
threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them.
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