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whitewashed and clean, but it had a slight jail odor; its only furniture
was a narrow iron bedstead, with a tick of straw and some blankets, not
too clean.
When Col. Sellers was conducted to this cell by the matron and looked
in, his emotions quite overcame him, the tears rolled down his cheeks and
his voice trembled so that he could hardly speak. Washington was unable
to say anything; he looked from Laura to the miserable creatures who were
walking in the corridor with unutterable disgust. Laura was alone calm
and self-contained, though she was not unmoved by the sight of the grief
of her friends.
"Are you comfortable, Laura?" was the first word the Colonel could get
out.
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"
"
You see," she replied. "I can't say it's exactly comfortable."
Are you cold?"
It is pretty chilly. The stone floor is like ice. It chills me through
to step on it. I have to sit on the bed."
"
"
Poor thing, poor thing. And can you eat any thing?"
No, I am not hungry. I don't know that I could eat any thing, I can't
eat that."
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