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FNTM106 | 2021-09-10  
"Hop along there! See if you can't hurry up a bit!" The warder opened the door of Elizabeth's Dollon's cell and pushed in an old woman—a horrid looking creature. "In with you!" commanded the warder in a harsh tone. "You are to stay here till to-morrow. We will find another place for you when we get instructions...." Poor Elizabeth Dollon stared miserably at this strange companion which Fate, in the person of a warder, had thrust on her. The old woman stared with no little curiosity at the pale, sad girl.... Silence fell for a few minutes, then the new prisoner asked, in a tone of rough familiarity: "What's your name?" "I call myself Elizabeth!" "Don't know it!... Elizabeth, who?..." "Elizabeth Dollon...." The old woman rose from the corner of the mattress she had seated herself on. "True? You're Elizabeth Dollon?... Well, that's funny! Have you been nabbed long?..." "You ask if it is long since I was...?" "Nabbed!... Taken!... Arrested!... Eh?" Elizabeth nodded in the affirmative. It seemed to her that an infinity of time had passed since her imprisonment at Saint Lazare. "I was nabbed last night. If you want to know my name, I'm called Mother Toulouche. They say I'm one of the band of Numbers, and that I receive stolen goods! Lies! That's well understood!" Elizabeth had no desire to go into such an unsavoury question. This horrid old woman rather frightened her; but, such had been her distress and fears since she had been a prisoner, that it was a relief not to be quite alone; to have even this old creature to speak to was better than solitary confinement.

1.ROSK & TONE ABSTRACT “Rockinrolla”


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