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white cloak But the a spectacle which kept hi of a wo in a chair

with her back towards the needle the

holes in an old sack, and while she bent over her work she crooned

to herself so Every now and then she raised her

eyes, for in front of her, under her charge, Mlle Celie, the girl

of whom Hanaud was in search, lay helpless upon a sofa The train

of her delicate green frock swept the floor She was dressed as

Helene Vauquier had described Her gloved hands were tightly bound

behind her back, her feet were crossed so that she could not have

stood, and her ankles were cruelly strapped together Over her

face and eyes a piece of coarse sacking was stretched like a ether at the back of her head

She lay so still that, but for the labouring of her bosoain shook her liht her dead She le of resistance; she lay

quiet and still Once she writhed, but it ith the uneasiness

of one in pain, and the ht aluminium flask which stood on a little table

at her side